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@itsreginabitches
"Regina. Nice name. I go by Denzel or Dean. Dean Esten." he looks at her confused. "I’m cute, but no? What’s that supposed to me?"
♡—"Just no. No to all." A pause, then she considers him again. "I could totally introduce you to my friend though, more your age, perky, blonde, never misses a beat." Regina, that's your mom.
“And how much would you be paying those four hundred people?” He asks, tugging a string of lint from the hem of his uniform. “Oh, I do have pride, believe me, but I have better things to do then be belittled by a mere brat.”
♡—She rolls over on her bed, sitting up to inspect her perfect cuticles at length. "Not a dime, hun, not a dime. Oh, please. I'm not just a brat. I've the cup size to prove it."
[Sleeping with the director, of course.]
”I.. uhm. S’not really my call.”
[More importantly, know who you’re dealing with, Regina. You see, Deanna has just bust out her federal agent’s badge. Trip, bitch.]
[ She sorta just asked Deanna to hire her, and by sort of I mean really, and now you're talking about sleeping with the authority, and then there was the thing with lesbians, and I just don't know yo-- ]
"Whose call is it? I want to work there."
[ Regina just blinks at it, too used to buying her way into everything and everywhere. What, the FBI didn't like money? ]
❝Who told you that?❞
♡—"Your mom, like, who else?"
♡—So I'm out bitches, hitting the hay with a bottle of jack, reverse Ke$ha style.
Get you one of those ♡open posts if you wanna communicate with this chick when I wake up.
Also, bad bitches, while I'm mentioning shit, Regina is one the top villains wiki, suck it!
--Evil Incarnate AKA Gina, kisses xoxo
[Supernaturally skinny. She uses the Exorcist’s barfing technique.]
” I don’t go to the gym. I just.. go to work.”
[Deanna doesn’t have time to pretend.]
[ Well, how else is she going to get cast in the Notebook? ]
"--hire me."
[ Regina, why are you automatically assuming this chick is the boss? ]
( ♡ )
♡—"Hey, so I hear you're gay now."
"So what, exactly, are you doing here?”
♡—"Coffee Run. Either this is a legitament shortcut or that guy wanted me to get mugged, which never works, I'm sort of used to it either way."
"Well, what a pleasure it is to meet a girl like you. What’s your name?" he questions not really hesitating to flirt with the girl.
♡—That's right, bitch, worship at her alter, bow down. The novelty never really wore off. "Regina. Regina George. You're cute, but no."
The soldier sighed, he really didn’t have the tolerance to handle prank callers this early in the morning. “Well, whatever helps you sleep at night —”
♡—"As if! There's like 400 people agreeing with me in a poll, don't you belittle it." As ifffff she was actually upset, she hardly ever was. "Man, you really give up easily. Don't you have some pride to defend?"
[As long as she doesn’t have to watch her puke it up, Dee doesn’t give a shit.]
“Uhm…. I guess?”
[She would flex harder, but she just doesn’t give a fuck.]
[ She'd object to that, but it's sort of part of her daily routine. And she sort of thought it was totally normal. At least that's book canon. ]
"---how many hours do you spent at the gym a day? I thought four was enough."
[ Regina honestly doesn't give a fuck about anything, but she sure as hell is good at pretending to. ]
+itsreginabitches
Impressive.
He had to give her that.
He was beginning to put together what her strong point was. It was making her words vague enough for someone to feed into it only for her to announce it’s poison. It was a different sort of snark he hadn’t exactly prepared himself for, but it hardly shocked him either. There was no trusting her, but he appreciated someone who kept fighting to stay on top of their wit.
Many had tried, failed, and cried about it later. The difference between the two blondes, was the male lived long enough to regret some of his past, some of his words. Lived long enough at the age of 21, how sad. His definition of living long enough was he felt his end should have been years ago; four, to be exact.
16. That was the age Draco Malfoy was supposed to die.
17. That was the age he half wished he did after seeing all the blood be spilled.
18. He suffered from PTSD and the Ministry being his shadow as he had no one to turn to. Father in a wizard prison, Mother shut down, friends all showing their true green and silver selfish colours. Alone and ditching out on his grand Manor that turned into nothing but a graveyard…ghosts lurking in shadows on the walls and death seemed to reek the air.
No. Draco was not all right in the head. Maybe if he had someone…
Funny, like he could think like that. [ like he deserved to]
What did he regret? Simple. He regretted nothing, and for that, there was regret. There was no changing what had happened, there was only pondering about what could have happened in another life where he didn’t traumatize those around him by thinking he was elite. Reality was simple—-the footsteps he followed led to a dead end and were never his to follow.
“You practice this routine a lot, don’t you?” He finally said though it seemed more of a fact than anything. “Impressive, I’ll give you that. Only that.” he stated, tilting his chin at her. “What’s your name?”
♡—He really shouldn't give Regina George anything. She was sort of the epitome of that 'if you give a mouse a cookie' shit. Still, her smug smile brightened by just a smug little inch, and for the stone cold bitch she was that was something. And the Grinch's heart grew--
Oh gag me with a spoon, please.
Maybe what made Regina George, Regina George was that she only ever felt emotions towards thoughts and ideals that she created within her own little world. Major catastrophes that seemed like nothing to other people, yet set off quite the ripple effect in the kingdom she'd built for herself. Or---she really was just your run of the mill mean girl, except so much better at it. In fact, if there was a national geographic for this sort of thing, she'd definitely be immortalized on the cover of the annual special. Girl world, just as dangerous as Africa--in a different context.
Holy shit, so she was born witty, grew pretty, and sort of just morphed into the creature he saw before him. It was like a thousand independent factors coming together to result in what some considered a disaster and some, mostly Regina, considered a miracle. La-di-fucking-da.
She is just over seventeen years old that day, and isn't about to write out a timeline for anyone. All that you really need to know is that she played her cards perfectly, earning her the nicknames 'Queen Bee' and 'The Star' despite, well, despite the fact that 99.9% of everyone hated her guts.
Was she proud of that?
[ Hell yeah ] she was.
"Oh, not really. Practice makes perfect, so, hey, I don't really need to." Snarky as shit, and no sign of stopping. She did, however, purse her lips and offer. "Regina. Regina George. I'm kind of a big deal. You probably haven't heard of me, but hey, I can guaren-damn-tee you I haven't heard of you either."
[Deanna wonders if she’s high or just this annoying all the time.]
“Touch what, exactly?”
[Now who’s the lesbian, Regina?
[ I'd say it was a little of both, but Regina's too picky about what she consumes. ]
"--I don't know, where are girls supposed to keep muscles?"
[ That's really rich coming from you Dean, I mean Deanna. ]
oh my jesus. Regina followed me back I don’t know what to do. stay calm. STAY CALM.
welcome to hell bitches--
[Of course she can’t keep attention for more than five seconds when something shiny’s around.]
”Go ahead. It’s all muscle anyway.
[Rolls off like water.]
[ The world wonders every day whether she's actually ditzy, or bored in a sociopathic way. ]
"--can I touch it?"
[ No, but now she wanted training tips. ]
❝———— {♛} "Your eyes have a regular shape, my lady. You needn’t linger on such thoughts." Get her eyes done? Seven hells, did that sound painful.
♡—"I knew I should have went for the ultra American. I'll get them done again. What else about me looks Asian? I'll cut it all off!" What a drama queen, with a tint of faux racism. She didn't even have anything against Asians.
“Is that where you learned your Spanish, sweetheart?” Mordred asks, “you sound like a teenager that has nothing better to do with their time — or life.”
♡—"Oh, sugar, I do plenty of things." Switching modes was f u n . "No, but I can tell you're really trying, and I commend you for that, but bitch, please, I'm 100% fabulous." Oh, we're back to bitch.
