Morningstars & Co VS VoxTech: New Beginnings RP @first-sinner-of-hell @broadcasting-screams-since-33
"I still cannot believe that you did that," Vel looks unamused, as Val fusses over Vox's tie. "We could just sink them. The entire company. Like this!" she snaps her fingers. "Instead you offer them a collaboration?! A helping hand? Are you in one of your phases again, V? I'm not even talking about the fact that you decided to play some kind kind of Fight Club fantasy, in your office, no less, with that stuck up bastard from New Orleans? Who do you think you are?"
"Tyler Durden," Vincent grumbles, not meeting Velvette's gaze.
Velvette gets a stack of papers from the table and bonks Vincent on the head.
"Ouch! I was obviously joking!"
"Were you, though? Were you?!"
"Oh, we'll give them a helping hand, alright," Valentino grins, finally satisfied with how Vincent looks and stepping back to admire his work. "Especially to Angel..."
"About that," Vincent coughs.
"I think we should lay some ground rules. For all of us."
"Yeah, you should absolutely stay away from Hartman, for example," Velvette snorts.
"Well, let's not get overexcited," Vincent glares at her, before returning to his speech.
"Val, you are not to harass Angel."
"When have I ever been harassing him?" Valentino rolls his eyes and pouts.
"Okay, fine. You are not to do anything he can go and cry to Lilith Morningstar about. Do not even smile at him. Not a wave. Don't start any conversations with him yourself. Ignore him."
"Where is the fun in this arrangement, then?" Val's temper is starting to show through, as his pout is replaced by annoyance, which is soon replaced with anger. "So you get to play with your new favorite toy, but I should be just standing on the sides, watching MY star getting frisky with this old bastard from Cannibal Trio?!"
Vincent raises both of his hands in a placating gesture.
"Chill out, will you? I'm not gonna take away your fun. But be subtle about it, alright? You know all your exes have dubious feelings about you. You are not to start any conversations with him yourself... but if your favorite star wants to come and say hello, who are you to not respond? If he initiates the contact, you may respond... with the same level of contact. Come now, Val. You know how to make people jealous. You know how to make them fall back in love with you. And you're a damn good actor, aren't you? Consider this... a long game."
Valentino smirks at him, all anger evaporated.
"Oh, baby, that does sound nice. You always know how to make things better."
"And Vel," Vincent turns to her. "No sleeping with either Morningstars' little princess or her girlfriend. Please. I know how you like to stir drama. But we'll have to work together for a while, this drama will bite us in the ass."
"What about both of them simultaneously?" Velvette raises an eyebrow, knowing perfectly well that her business partner is a bit of a prude.
Vincent blushes, looking everywhere but Velvette.
"Well..." he coughs, "It still can ignite some drama... but if you manage to leave their relationship intact..."
"Oh, I'll make their relationship better," Velvette smirks.
"As long as everything is consensual and does not involve cheating, drama, tears and Mrs. Morningstar blaming us for her daughter's unhappiness..."
"Oh, her daughter will be happy, won't she, Vel?"
"Okay, enough with you two!"
"That's all very nice," Velvette snorts, "But what about a rule for you, hm? You thought we wouldn't notice, V?"
"Of course there is a rule for me as well," Vincent protests, even though he did hope his associates wouldn't notice him not putting any restrictions on himself.
Both Val and Vel stare at him expectantly.
"I am not to start any physical fights with Alastor Hartman," Vincent sighs. "Especially not on Morningstars' grounds. No matter how pleasant it is to fuck him up. It's defense only."
"Uh-huh," Velvette still looks suspicious. "Make sure you keep it that way."