“That pumpkin called me a basic bitch.” @phoenixtouched
Felicia wasn’t sure why she wasn’t surprised anymore by anything that went on in New York City. One week it was aliens invading, the next it was a super villain trying to take over the world by starting in one of the biggest cities in the country. And now it was...talking pumpkins committing petty crimes. She had seen an actual jack-o-lantern steal a man’s wallet. She was confused, a bit amused, but mostly confused in the sight she was beholding. The remark she heard come from a woman near her, had her snorting.
“Could be worse, I suppose. One told me that I needed to wear better shoes if I wanted to be considered rich enough to even steal from.” She deadpanned. “I got pumpkin guts all over my new red bottom Louboutins. How the fuck is that not rich enough?” Felicia scowled. Though, she wouldn’t admit to this stranger they were stolen themselves. They looked better on Felicia anyways than that rich socialite who wore them one time.