Slurred words! For everyone!
fitz&epperley.
Fitz’s eyes grew wide at the question, and a large and toothy grin spread over his face. “You want to know about Princess?” The grifter slammed down his drink, and some of the amber liquid splashed out onto the table–he hardly seemed to notice. “She’s the meanest, nastiest, most spoiled little brat,” he accused with a smirk, his words slurring. “But, I mean, fuckin’ look at her, bro! No wonder no one ever told her to shut the fuck up. I’ll tell you what, though. It isn’t that hard to bang her. Not for me.”
holly&aramis.
“Why are you asking me?” Holly sent an accusatory look in the direction of the inquisitor, though it lacked her usual malice–her eyes drooped in an evident show of sleepiness. “He’s just…I don’t know…he’s…he’s just like, he’s just this guy. This old guy–I don’t know, and he like…” Her voice wobbled a little, and she continued: “…he’s nice, all the time, and he puts up with a whole bunch of shit, and like…” The blonde buried her head in her arms then, and a few stray sniffles were heard as her shoulders shook. “I love him, okay? Leave me alone!”
violet&quentin.
“You really want me to tell you about Quentin?” Violet drawled as she poured another drink–this glass evidently missing the tonic to her gin and tonic. “I’ll tell you what, he used to be a man–before her.” The blonde tossed back the drink in one go, her jaw clenching and unclenching as she settled the glass down–the ice clinking with the force. “Pathetic son of a bitch acts like he’s the only one who’s ever known someone who died,” she explained with a nasty laugh. “Mopes around all day long, acting like he’s the only one in the world who has problems. Everyone has fucking problems. You fucking learn to get over them, don’t you? Move on? Live?” The woman poured another glass, and shook her head. “Pussy.”
angelo&ingrid.
“What am I supposed to tell you? I hardly know the girl,” Angelo replied with a shrug. “She’s just another one of these yuppie town girls, happy to live in the comfy little life daddy gave her--happy to ignore all the blood, and all the pain...” he tipped a flask back, and drew the back of his hand over his lips when he was done. “I’ll tell you what, though. She’s got a look about her. Something in her eyes, it confuses me. Makes me think I’ve seen it somewhere before.”