❝ It’s LIQUOR, you PATHETIC primadonna barbie, and it’s the only stuff of my dad’s I could find in the house. I’m not risking looking for any more, ESPECIALLY not for you, so why don’t you just SUCK IT UP, down it and leave me alone. ❞
( 💋 : @wilting-violets )
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An overdramatic sigh was released from pink lips as Chanel fought to control her anger at being spoken to in such a way. God, she hated this girl. Why in the hell had this place been chosen as the safe house she would stay in after the Red Devil's multiple attempts on her life. Couldn't they have found a better one? Classier and with better company than an emo teen and two unhappily married adults? "Fine." She was not pleased and wanted to make sure that was very clear as she reached out to grab the bottle of extremely cheap booze. "Did you at least bring me a cup? I don't know where this bottle has been or whose lips have touched it?" She didn't think she was being unreasonable even if Violet seemed to.










