#cashbucko

[the-smallest-star]

@cashbucko

"I asked dumb ass, not like I just grabbed um."

"You know who you're talking to jackass? She's Lady Delphine, daughter of Prince Andrealphus. One of the strongest ladies I've met, and not the type to spread her legs for a vomit smelling STD ridden geezer."

[blitzbuckz]

Just for that AND for hurting your supposed grandson, Blitz is stealing all the booze from Cash. he's not returning a single bottle.

℧ :: mentioned || Gritt @the-smallest-star && Cash @cashbucko

[infernal-feminae]

@cashbucko replied: "Well, you've had the young doe, now you can try the old stag."

"Gross."

[the-smallest-star]

@cashbucko

“Slept with you too huh?”

Ah shit. "I've slept with a lot of people, you know me. Mister Charisma."

[veelentino]

“You ever hear the song ‘Lola’ baby?” (Cashbucko)

Valentino tipped back another shot. The vodka scorched its way down, sharp and familiar, and he there wasn't a single sign of a flinch. His legs were slung lazily over the table, skirt hiked high enough to turn heads across the room to get a view of his shameless panty shot. He leaned into it. Attention was oxygen, and he breathed deep.

He sank further into the velvet cushions of the VIP booth, boneless, decadent, a king drinking up all the fine fruits of his labor. The music throbbed through the walls, through his chest, through the crowd that danced like there was no tomorrow. And fuck, maybe there wasn't!

A voice. Small. Out of place.

Valentino's brow twitched, annoyance flickering across his expression that quick. "Huh?" he muttered, words slow, soaked in liquor. His gaze dragged lazily through the dark, unfocused at first. "What? Who said that?"

And then he looked down.

Oh.

A little imp.

The cigarette between his fingers glowed as he took a long drag, letting the smoke curl in his lungs before exhaling it straight down toward the hellborn. "Are you talking to me?"

@cashbucko

[froggirolli]

“Fizz! Good to see you son! How’s it been?” He’d smile, far more earnestly than perhaps he’d realized. (Cashbucko)

Fizzarolli had been keeping a low profile ever since he'd ditched Mammon in such spectacular fashion, doing his best to slip through the cracks unnoticed. A quiet coffee run felt harmless enough, just another small errand in a life he was now trying to keep out of the spotlight.

Then a voice reached him, one he hadn't heard in a very long time, but knew instantly. It hooked into him, tugging him clean out of the present. He turned on a dime, pushing his sunglasses up as recognition hit all at once. "Cash! Holy shit!"

Cash had never been easy to sort into something simple. Fizz carried a whole knot of feelings about him. There was no denying the way he'd pushed him way too hard as a kid to make the circus some money, or how badly he'd fumbled being any kind of father to Blitzo or Barbie. But he had taken Fizz in when no one else did, back when he was just another stray left behind, and that counted for something whether Fizz liked it or not.

"Excuse me," he murmured to the person behind him as he stepped out of line, already moving before he could second-guess it. A few quick strides closed the distance. He didn't stop himself. He never really could when it came to this. His arms went around Cash in a tight, instinctive squeeze, despite everything tangled underneath.

"How are you?" he rushed out, words tripping over each other. "How're, uh, how're things? What's going on?"

@cashbucko

[blitzbuckz]

Blitz, if you could say one thing to your Dad and Barbie, what would they be?

【𐂃】 ❝ I miss you. ❞ he would direct that to his twin, his better half. Blitz had plenty of more things he'd like to discuss about but — if he had to pick 'one thing' it would be how deeply he missed being close. inseparable.

as for his dad—

❝ I don't miss you. ❞ not in the slightest. his dad was practically dead to him. a deadbeat lounging with booze. . . he didn't miss seeing that.

[a-hell-of-a-time]

Cash bursts through Andrealphus's house and grabs a vase, quickly trying to run out with it, screaming for dear life.

While the vase was fugly as sin, it was still his and in the hands of a filthy cretin.

"Come here dearest! I have a fun game for you. It's called 'Catch and Eat the Imp.'

And cue the four legged hydra running after Cash full stop because Dad gave him a new chew toy!