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send ؟ for my muse to drunkenly confess something they think about your muse! / @playwrought
“Excuse you?” The man... boy standing before her bristles. Catches his tongue at the sight of Vera’s evident disapproval and attempts to backpedal on a joke best left untold. But there are things you can never take back, and Vera's already clearing her throat in preparation for a deluge. (Her grip tightens around her drink and the glass bottle creaks.) “Sabrina has more talent in her left pinky nail than you do your whole body.” That’s as far as she gets without gritting her teeth and jabbing a finger at the boy’s chest. “Do you KNOW how brilliant she is? She has like... the voice of a fucking angel and all the flair of Aphrodite herself. No. As a matter of fact, Aphrodite would smite her for being so goddamn amazing. You don’t even DESERVE to breathe the same air as her. Your descendants are gonna talk about how lucky you are to have once been graced by the presence of a STAR, but by then, your measly pea brain would already be fried from seeing all the billboards screaming her name. So you better stop talking shit about her ego, ‘cause at least she has more than enough to show for it.”
The room spins and Vee’s not sure if it’s her temper or the liquor. “All you do is shine your ugly boots in Middle of Fucking Knowhere Skaneateles Hills and pretend to be Jason Statham with your Caillou-looking ass. Now evaporate and brush your fucking teeth. Your stench is ruining the party.”