for: @genevievesilva
location: bhood warehouse
“It seems anything good ends up like this - us scattered around a table, trying to unpack how the hell some boring white collar shit, turned into this. You ever gotten someone off on murder charges, by the way? Asking for a friend.” She’s exaggerating, mostly; the turf war hadn’t seen her put any bodies in the ground, no matter how much she’d been tempted (goaded, toyed with) into doing so. Úrsula isn’t disgusted by the affair, nor is she mad at such chaos - she’s delighted, if she’s being honest. Their greatest momentum often came in times of chaos; even if now, the city was blissfully aware, dumb on a false high provided by politicians who were wet behind the ears. “But I’ll let business slide, how are the cats? The dogs? I always forget what kind of a pet parent you are. And you haven’t duplicated yet, right? I’m not an aunt without knowing?”