“I’m just saying that I know I could throw a really great Halloween party. I just need a big enough space...”

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“I’m just saying that I know I could throw a really great Halloween party. I just need a big enough space...”
“Any idea how to get a toddler to stop swearing? No idea where she heard it from.”
Scarlett bopped her head in rhythm to the music, swaying her hips as she made her way through the crowd to get to the bar. She didn’t mind using a hip sway as a lowkey hip check and playing it off like it was an accident either, though pretending was hardly necessary once the person she’d bumped took a look at who she was. People began moving out of the way for her and she finally reached the counter where she reached over without waiting for an actual bartender and filled herself up two glasses of whiskey since there was a bottle still out.
Just as she was managing to get some ice in both glasses, a bar tender actually made their way over to her. They must be new.
“Sorry ma’am, you’re not supposed to reach behind the bar. We need to make the drinks for you.”
It took a second for it to register everything that had just been said because Scarlett was still offended by the fact that she’d just been called ma’am. She’d have to look into either getting this person fired or seriously taught a lesson.
“Yeah well the drinks are already made. And you can go right ahead and put it on... Their tab.” Scarlett smiled wickedly, hardly even paying attention to the person she’d gestured towards. She waited for the bartender to challenge her when another one came over and whispered in their ear. Suddenly Scarlett was free to go and she walked over to the person she’d just made pay for her drink.
“I guess you can have one of them since it’s coming out of your pocket anyway. But don’t think this means anything.”
I think I should paint the club. Do you think I should paint the club?
No, you cost me an entire fucking shipment of coke! Why the hell should I let you keep your job? Why the hell should I keep you alive? You have 12 hours to get me the fucking money, or you better pray real hard you never see my fuckin’ face again.
Did you have something you wanted to say or is creeping over people’s shoulders just a habit of yours?
Take out in Los Angeles is how much?
Look, I know I’m a tad bit late to this party, but someone had to keep the little shits in line in New York.