Cruella&#x27;s Spot

#sametho

A Sort of Deal || Cruella & Medusa

"Oh! You do, don’t you? I should have guessed. Like I said, my dear," the pawn shop keeper chanted as she trekked to one of the crystal displays to put in a piece of jewelry. "You’re always one step ahead, aren’t you? You should bring it by next time, so I can take a look, as you don’t seem to use it any longer. I don’t know why, but I believe such a coat would work wonderfully for me. There’s only so much respect one can inspire when not wearing something’s body over her dress."

Of course, she was joking. Well, mostly. But the point was that Medusa wanted to update her wardrobe, and Cruella was the best person for the job. Just after a few minutes of conversation, they seemed to be getting to some sort of deal. Madame Medusa often wondered how fearful this woman would be if they weren’t both in an equally benefiting relationship. She would make a fearful rival, that’s for sure.

"Oh, dearie, at my earliest convenience, I shall. I'd have someone bring them to you but I simply would NOT want to miss the chance to be the first to see you in it." Cruella grinned at the idea.

Hell.... she could HAVE the purse if she waned. But then Cruella would have to keep the belt and shoes. Then again, why was Cruella hoarding this alligator stuff? She'd have to see it ALL on Medusa then.

"Who the hell pawned this Saint-Laurent?" She said, grabbing what had to be a beautiful Italian leather with a gold circular buckle with YSL in it. They must've been desperate. "On second thouhgt, these and those shoes should be enough." She said, marveling at the belt between her fingers.

Paper Faces on Parade || {Cruella & Ratigan}

Padraic couldn’t help but notice that Cruella was toying with the girl’s hair; it sent a spike of competitiveness up his spine, but he managed to suppress it until the horse-masked man returned. He noted the bashful grin as well, and his fingers flexed against the girl’s back before relaxing once again. Particularly once Cruella sent the man on his way. Very good…no need for the horse to get any ideas… He smiled over at Desiree, then at Cruella as the two exchanged words, but his smile slipped for a split second when Cruella leaned in close to the girl. Was she about to do what he thought she would?

He was quickly snapped out of his thoughts, however, when Cruella uttered his name and asked for his drink order. “Oh, uh…perhaps some of that cheap whiskey,” he murmured, waving his hand flippantly. He’d rather have cheap whiskey than look like a fool without a drink in his hands. “And do get on with it,” he added hastily, forcing horse-face to put a bit of pep in his step. Once he was gone, Padraic gestured to the seats and waited for the ladies to take their place before sitting himself on one side of Desiree. “There we are. Much better,” he added, especially now that he could get a proper look at her. Plus the fact that she was sitting meant her already short skirt was now even higher up on her legs. “You know, Cruella, you really should consider hiring Ms. Desiree to display your clothing. Your legs,” he murmured, turning to the girl with a smile, “positively a mile long. You’d make Ms. De Vil’s clothing look like a dream,” he added with a chuckle, leaning back into the seat to drape his arm over the back of his seat. Desiree smiled politely, blushing a little, but seemed to tuck into her drink again rather than fawning at the compliment. She seemed to look across the room at horse-face or to the side at Cruella rather than focusing on him. Maybe she just wasn’t his type? Poppycock…she looks just like all the others. She has to be the type…

Cruella and Desiree didn't even bother stifling hearty chuckles at that. She swore to herself, she'd meet him for or send him PROPER drinks sometime after this. She and Desiree scooted to the side to make room for him. Ratigan's game, Cruella knew. Charm his way to her. Cruella's game was the more subtle 'build a foundation with her first' game. The game she COULDN'T figure out was Desiree's, she made it both very clear and unclear where she stood with them.

Ratigan gave her another compliment though; time to agree with it. "Definitely. Perhaps for the upcoming fragrance campaign I have. With Felicia advertising the perfume, and YOU modeling the lotion.... you'd look mahhhvelous."

She wasn't sure why the girl seemed to shrink after that. Should Cruella scoot away a bit? Was it Ratigan's arm? Cruella would tap his hand if so. Her answer came after Desiree swallowed.

"That sound's great but... I dunno if I'm 'fashion' pretty." She said with little air quote and a nervous giggle.

The girl truly hadn't lifted the mask since the pair met her. But she definitely had a fashion body, so the face was almost irrelevant with all the makeup that could be done and of course the photoshopping.

"Oh, DAHLING, I thought the same thing before my first photoshoot." Cruella said, hoping that would get her to consider it. She didn't even realize how serious the hypothetical idea was before she said that.

For god's sake the girl could at least model LOTION. Plus she'd need one man opposite Felicia for the cologne. Best let Felicia pick him out though.

She pulled her mind out of casting her commercial though, long enough to grab her's and her debonair friend's drinks. She wanted to rattle of her signature 'now go stand somewhere til I need you' but didn't need to be seen as the bitch juuuuust yet. Something told her Desiree would judge her negatively for that (yet she liked Ratigan for it.... GOD... Cruella took a drink at that thought). Plus Ratigan was so much better at and more entertaining to watch dealing with this one seeing as it was he that built THEIR relationship.

A Sort of Deal || Cruella & Medusa

"They are," the redhead replied, nodding as she looked at the boots. She actually did like them, and had briefly thought about keeping them for herself in the past. Most people didn’t go for that sort of item lately, after all, but other clients, not unlike Cruella, were sometimes after most of the eccentricities.

"You should definitely take them, darling. After all, you always know what to wear.” Medusa then directed her eyes to the dogs, and gestured toward the door that led to her residence behind the store, prompting them to leave in that direction. Then she regained her usual saleswoman smile and returned to Cruella.

"That reminds me. Alligator skin. I’ve always wondered if that’s even possible. I believe it would make a wonderful coat," the pawn shop keeper suggested. "What do you think? You know about these things, after all."

Cruella's eyes widened a bit at the memory of her own alligator coat came back to her. While she did wear it with all the confidence and smugness in the world, she rather regretted it once she was alone and off camera. Gators and corcs made GREAT shoes and belts and purses but the coat.... it was the first time Cruella decided anything was 'too much'. That particular shade of green... just did nothing for her.

"I DO have a coat made of it somewhere. It's incredily warm and GREAT for rainy days. But I haven't worn it in YEARS, dahling." She chuckled.

Cruella felt like there was a reason she was asking though. "Would you be interested in it?" She asked. "The shoes that match it, I'd pawn here gladly... the belt and purse, I'd keep but...." she looked the redhead up and down; red and green DID compliment each other.... "I don't think I'd want to see the coat on anyone else." She said, clearly implying the 'but you'.

A Sort of Deal || Cruella & Medusa

As much as Medusa loved feeling as if she were on top of everybody else, the man’s insistence annoyed her terribly. She snapped her fingers after a minute or so of arguments from him, and leaned on the counter. “I have a deal for you, darling,” she responded, in a lower tone of voice now that she noticed Cruella close-by.

She extended her hand to receive the worthless piece of jewelry, which wasn’t really so terrible-looking. “You’re going to look for something that’s actually, you know… Worth a dime!” the woman exclaimed, raising her voice to fearful extents as she finished her phrase. “Then, we will be able to properly set something up. No, no. I think I’m going to keep this. Yes, darling, I’m certain. You’ll be back. People like you are always back!” she continued speaking.

As if on cue, a pair of rather large dogs that were previously resting by the door had risen and sat themselves by the counter, staring at the client. He seemed to get the message and backed away toward the door. “Toodles!" the mood-switching shopkeeper chanted with a graceful wave as the door closed.

Then, she moved to the rightmost counters, where an eavesdropping Cruella stood. “Some people simply don’t understand what business means,” she stated, as some sort of explanation. “Has something caught your eye today?”

Cruella bit down on the inside off her lower lip as she stifled her laughter til the white of her hair turned blue. Why couldn't some people just know when to give up? She rolled her eyes and shook off the last of her urge to laugh as she heard him leave. She never thought she could HEAR indignance in the way anyone walked or opened and shut a door but here she was. Proven wrong as he painted a picture of idignance with his angry rapid movements.

It wasn't long before Medus spoke toher. "Oh, dearie, you've nothing to explain to me, I know all to well how people can be." She assured with a smirk. "Yes actually. I've found two amazing belts and I'll be satisfied after three more. Plus... those heels over there are calling my name which is rather strange as it's been a long time since I last wore pointed-toe heels but they're GORGEOUS, are they not?"

A Sort of Deal || Open!

It was a common day at Medusa’s Pawn Shop. The owner had, like most days, put on a red outfit. She was wearing a striped jacket and a matching skirt that, according to her, complimented her hair and eyes perfectly. Not long after she flipped the sign on the door to OPEN, the first customer of the day walked in, and she shot a polite grin in their direction. Of course, such a gesture vanished as quickly as the client showed her the thing they wanted to trade in.

"Please do tell, darling. Is this a joke? I must say I don’t have much of a sense of humor," the red-haired woman said in an almost polite, yet slightly annoyed tone, as the person before her showed a particular object to her. She wondered why people often insisted in bringing her things they describe as sentimentally valuable, or family heirlooms. What this person brought her often fit that description. In other words, it was most likely useless and worthless. "I certainly hope you don’t expect a significant loan for that, do you? Please, don’t embarrass your pretty little face that way!”

Cruella was in need of a new belt. Well.... SEVERAL new belts. The ones that came to her from the designers were beautiful but Cruella decided they were more for client's than her own taste. And Medusa's Pawnshop usually had gorgeous belts. She was moving her finger's through them when she overheard the conversation going on.

She was never one to rubberneck or eavesdrop but she simply HAD to hear how this turned out. Her lips curled devilishly as she picked up two belts she liked and listened on.

First Night | Megara and Cruella

"I’m not the only cigar girl, I’m sure if I wasn’t around someone else would be able to take care of them. And I’m afraid I’m going to have to insist that you stop with the formalities. My name is Megara, that’s all I go by here." Cruella took the cigar and Meg’s free hand reached for the lighter on her tray and produced a flame from it to light the cigar with.

Cruella scooted and meg took the hint that she wanted her to join her. taking the tray off from around her neck she hopped onto the bench and crossing her legs at the ankles she placed her tray on her lap. “Thank you, but it’s Stromboli you should be complimenting. He’s the one who picked out all of our uniforms.”

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Cruella raised her brows and shrugged at that. That was just how she was with those she knew but if she insisted.....

"Oh but DAHLING, you know as well as I that it's the woman that makes the dress." She insisted as she puffed out some smoke in the direction opposite Meg.

This would be her only one, decidedly. The taste and feel of a cigar was too different for her liking. She was tempted to compliment her further on the hair and makeup but knew the gesture would also be shrugged off. Far too humble, this beautiful friend. She smirked kindly though.

Paper Faces on Parade || {Cruella & Ratigan}

Ratigan gave Cruella a cheeky smile, even if she was addressing Desiree. “Yes…why, I daresay we are friends with mutual benefits,” he said slyly, winking down at the young lady who, apparently, seemed quite amused with all the attention. He glanced back up at Cruella and gave a knowing look as well as his errand boy ran off to fetch the drinks. Padraic looked over as he heard the woman talking to the elephant girl, only to tut softly under his breath. “Oh I don’t know, her legs look quite fine to me, Cruella. But perhaps you’re right…” Watching Cruella link her arms up with the girl caused him to narrow his gaze slightly, but at least he had his hand on her back, on the delicate curve of her spine, and had the chance to brush his fingertips against the spot where his limb rested.

Now, he not only was leading Desiree, but Cruella as well. He watched them giggle together and, exhaling slowly, let a smile cross his lips. “Ladies,” he stated, and started guiding them to the spot across the room. “Now, tell me…are you here with friends?” he asked, only for her to mention the safari theme she was taking part in with her companions. That just meant there were more of them to play with…excellent. “How delightful. Cruella, darling, we should done a theme together…it’s much more fun when there are more people involved,” he added, sliding the young lady a look as they reached the seating area and smiled toothily at her.

#((two cats. each one trying to prove theyre the better cat although theyre identical.... and torturing a mouse))#((i love them))

"Excellent idea, Ratty. Definitely something to think about for next year." She said wondering if this was concrete or if she was paying along. If the former, no matter; she had no costume planned for it anyway. Planning in advance could be good.

Monsieur l'horse came back and handed Desiree the drink. Cruella was 'absentmindedly' playing with Desiree's curls when shenoticed his bashful grin. No no no.

Cruella didn't miss a movement. "Monsieur l'horse, sorry to do this toyou but I've growna bit thirstier since finishing my champagne. Can you bring me a drink too? Same as her's?"

Desiree smiled at Cruella. "Great minds DO think a like." She said. Cruella smiled back. How cute, this girl thinking her mind was great. "That they do, dahling." She said, grinning back and leaning in almost close enough to nuzzle noses. Only reason she didn't was that horse-head hadn't moved.

She motioned with her heyes to get to stepping and he prompty rose and turned. After three steps though, she called for him to stop.

"Wait...." He froze and turned around. "Ratigan dahling, anything for you?"

First Night | Megara and Cruella

The shock was mutual. Meg couldn’t help but feel like it was out of place to see someone like Cruella in a place like this. “Madame?” She laughed. “There isn’t a need to be so formal, especially not in this place. I’m just a cigar girl.” However, Cruella had taken Meg up on her offer and Meg did what Stromboli had trained her to do. She clipped the end of the Cigar and handed it to her. “If you’re searching for a lighter, there’s no need. I’ve got one.” She cooed while she waited for the older woman to take the Cigar. “Oh, my shift has only just started. I’m only allowed to stay in one spot for so long, but if you insist, then I must join you.”

"Oh please, Miss Asker, and where would half of these smoking patrons be without you? She chuckled. To herself at least, Cruella had to admit the formality stemmed from her knowing Meg. Any other would have just been 'you... Cigar Girl'. She took the cigar after hearing Meg's words on the lighter situation.

"Thank you, dahling." She said. After Meg confirmed that she could indeed stay a bit, she inched herself until there was ample seating room for her. Though how she'd sit in that dress with that box on her was lost on her.

"Your outfit is LOVELY, I must say." She said, before it slipped her mind.

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Paper Faces on Parade || {Cruella & Ratigan}

Padraic offered Cruella a tight smile, though his eyes did dart downward as her movement slid the young woman’s arm from his grasp. Well played, he thought to himself, the words showing in his gaze as it flickered back up to meet Cruella’s. He turned, however, to the younger woman and offered her a charming smile. “Desiree, what an exquisite name.” He reached out for the hand he’d lost, only to bring it to his lips in a polite, gentlemanly kiss. “The pleasure is all mine, my dear. And Ms. De Vil is so kind as usual,” he added, gesturing towards the other woman. “One of the few friends I have in town, to be honest. She’s also rents The Spot’s building from me…isn’t that right, Cruella, darling?” he asked, grinning at her.

When she brought up being the one to knock the man over, however, Padraic’s gaze narrowed imperceptibly. Turning to look at the horse-masked man, Padraic’s cold expression could have frozen him to the bone with the look he gave behind an otherwise pleasant facade. He’d petrify the man, if he was lucky. “I…I’m afraid you must have been mistaken, Cruella,” he murmured, glancing over at the woman. Of course he wasn’t the type to apologize. Men like Padraic don’t apologize for their actions. “I believe he tripped on his shoes, didn’t you, sir?” His gaze slid back to the man, daring him to say otherwise. Which, thankfully, he didn’t. He simply nodded, shaking like a leaf, which brought a genuine look of pride over the older man. “I thought so. Now, how about we run along and fetch the charming Ms. Desiree a drink, hm?” Padraic smiled at the girl. “What’s your poison, love?” She mentioned a cosmo, which nearly made Padraic roll his eyes; he should have guessed she’d drink something so typical. “A cosmo, wonderful. You,” he pointed at the horse-man and then at the table with all the beverages, “go on and get her a drink.”

Something about having Ratigan tell you what to do, without room for questioning, was a very powerful motivator. The man removed his mask and apologized before scurrying off to get the drink. “Cruella, darling, and Ms. Desiree, why don’t we make ourselves comfortable over there,” he said placing a hand against Desiree’s lower back in order to “guide” her towards the smattering of furniture across the room where they could sit. The other hand gestured to the seating area as he glanced over at Cruella with another smile.

Desiree was slipping. Damn. Cruella would be too with that hand kiss. Damn Ratigan and his suavity. "Indeed I do. And with ll the money it rakes in, I daresay it benefits us both. We remain mutually thankful to each other." She said that last part to Desiree.

"Alright then, Ratty, if you insist." She said with a very knowing and implying smirk. She and Desiree chuckled to each other which let Cruella know that Desiree kind of knew what just happened but wasn't opposed.

Damn damn damn. She finished her lass as Ratigan ordered monsieur l'horse around. Partially because she just HAD to watch and drinking at the moment was her version of popcorn and because she needed a bit more time to calculate. Ratigan was obviously used to doing things like this but improv wasn't always easy for miss de Vil.

She placed her glass back on the champagne tray as the drinks boy walked by again and inwardly complimented herself on timing. "Excellent idea, Ratigan. Desi-dahling, with heels that gorgeous, you must be wearing your legs out." She said.

Desiree giggled and, to one Ratty up, Cruella offered her arm for the linking (because, dammit there's no subtle way to move his hand from her waist). Desiree linked up. Cruella was wondering now if she was just enjoying the attention. She smiled back at Ratigan and winked before locking eyes and "giggling with" Desiree the way two great friends would if they were BOTH being picked-up.

Paper Faces on Parade || {Cruella & Ratigan}

He chuckled lightly and placed a hand to her arm, giving it a gentle squeeze of gratitude. “My dear, once again, your kind words know no bounds.” Ratigan issued a little snort, however, and arched his brow at the woman. Yes, he had offered up a playful little challenge in jest, but now now realized it was going to happen. A wager. Who would convince that little tart to spend the rest of the evening in their clutches? Padraic pressed his thumb and finger against his mustache, smoothing it down in one swift motion before smiling at her. “Then the game is on, Ms. De Vil…”

Cruella was the first to move, slipping out of his grasp before he could make his way over. He did indeed follow her, but kept his distance as he observed them. He was close enough to hear Cruella, but far enough away as to not seem too conspicuous. Complimenting her outfit…of course Cruella would go for that route. Padraic gazed down at the girl’s shoes, his mind working on a route of his own; those tall, skinny legs teetered on narrow heels, which sparked an idea. Making his way around the duo, he got behind the elephant girl, and near some idiot dressed in one of those rubber horse masks that seemed so popular these days. Excellent. He waited for a few seconds, calculating just the right angles and force needed…to knock the horse-masked man into the elephant girl with an “accidental” shove. Of course, he positioned himself just so to grab onto her arm and steady her from falling. “Just because we are dressed like animals, does not mean we need to act like them as well,” he chastised the horse-masked man, who looked bewildered as he lifted his mask to see what or who had run into him. Turning to the young woman, his thumb grazed her arm as he offered her a sympathetic look from under his golden mask. “My dear, are you quite alright? Not hurt, are you?”

Cruella had gotten the girl's name. Desiree. Desiree was now going on on her story about how she and her friends were all making somesort of sexy safari themed costuming but Cruella phased out. She was too distracted by soething Ratigan seeed to be planning. Of COURSE he wouldn't just be the one to just walk up and command attention.

His plan was genius. Cruella had a plan to spill her drink on Desiree's shirt and then drag her off to the restroom to get her cleaned up. But she payed fairer than that. Let Ratigan get in his try... but he owed her for that. Instead she went on to plan B.

"Oh, dahhling that could have been nasty for the both of us. Thank you." She said, "catching her breath".

Cruella paced a consoling hand on the girl's shoulder and offered a soothing stroke downward that ended in her being slipped out of Ratigan's grasp.

THAT was when she looked up. "Ratigan, dahing. This is Desiree. Desiree, my good-possibly-best friend, Ratigan."

Plan B commenced now. "Not to sound terribly ungrateful Ratigan but I couldn't but help but notice the misstep was on YOUR part. Desiree's fine but I think it's monsieur l'horse, you should be checking on. Am I right?" She asked the last part ot the horse masked man himself, her smile saying "gentle and concerned" but her eyes saying "demand your apology".

The horse masked man nodded albeit still frightened. She now left Ratigan with a choice:

Swallow his pride and appear to be the kind man that WOULDN'T shred this partygoer or be the ruthless being they both were famous for being. She knew she should probably prepare herself for a third outcome, seeing as he was unpredictable and all. But she hoped she wouldn't have to.

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First Night | Open

"And I complained about the dresses I have to wear at Dragon." Meg commented under her breath as she looked at her new uniform in the mirror. It was a little tighter that she would have liked well at least until it got to the skirt, it fanned out enough for it to be playful. She wished it would have been longer since it only went to her midthigh. Pinning her hat to her hair was the finishing touch. She looked like a pin up girl. That probably was the point of it if she was honest. So while she didn’t agree with it she could understand Stromboli’s thinking there. Grabbing her tray she put the strap around her neck and slipped on her gloves and headed out of the dressingroom. Out to the main floor where there were club members and companions alike mingling and having a good time. She spotted someone all alone at the bar. It was a rule that none of the employees could let a member be alone for too long, and while they weren’t obligated to carry on conversation, they had to at least make sure everyone was having a good time. She approached them and leaning against the bar she pulled a cigar off of her tray and held it up as if to offer it. “Care for a cigar?”

Cruella bought a membership to this place long ago and had not once been in. She figured NOW as the best time to change that. Whispers of amazing musical performances and burlesque routines had peaked her interest. She was sitting now waiting for the next entertaining act to begin. Her applause died down with the rest and she was just about to get a refill when the question came from a familiar voice. She turned around and met eyes with the familiar face attached to it.

There was a bit of a shock seeing Meg on this side of a staged show but she didn't let it seep through her features. This second job of hers was probaby a well needed break. A songstress can't live all hours of the day and night on a stage. Resting the vocal chords and all. She looked at the cigars and was reminded of her "dear" father.

"I think just this once, I'll say yes to that, madame Asker." She said, already digging in her pocket for a lighter. The next act sounded ready to begin. She looked at the stage then at Meg. "Care to join or has your break not yet begun?" She asked. It would be fun to have someone smoking WITH her and possibly agreeing as she tended to speak through acts. Little murmurs of "mahvelous" or a comment about how the outfit was complimented by physique or lighting.

Paper Faces on Parade || {Cruella & Ratigan}

A smile curled along his lips at her compliment, a mischievous one at that, and the older man chuckled softly in his throat. “Well, knowing that the Ms. De Vil would be at the party forced me to clean up a bit.” He leaned in, keeping his voice low to force Cruella to do the same. “I couldn’t be caught dead wearing something that would destroy your perception of me,” he murmured, his grin growing before pulling back again. “I wouldn’t be able to show my face at your shop if that happened.”

Padraic gave another throaty laugh, then wet his lips in thought as he watched the costumed girl go about her business. “Such a pity, you know…” he sighed again, finally speaking after a few heartbeats of silence. His eyes remained on the girl, but he was addressing Cruella. “That someone like that probably has no interest in people like us” Aside from, perhaps, financial security. Padraic glanced down at Cruella, his smile just as toothy as hers. “She has no idea what she’s missing out on.”

"I know you far to well for that to be possible." She said, matching his volume. Had she gotten louder? Or was he just trying to get even quieter? "Your face is ALWAYS welcome in my shop, dahling." She smirked.

"No interest in a suave rich gentleman or a glamorous rich lady? We'll never know til we try." She shrugged. Her wicked smirk returned. "Well, let's just show her and see if she has sense enough NOT to miss it."

Cruella was minimally challenging him.... or taking him up on his on challenge. Could one really tell such things with him? All the same, she recaptured the sight of the girl and began sauntering over to her, not doubting Ratigan was likely close behind.

She was alone. Cruella smirked and went in. "You know..... it takes a certain level of creativity and self-confidence to wear SUCH a marvelous outfit." She said very un-creepily. "I'm Cruella de Vil, fashion connoisseur and owner and runner of The Spot and I just could not go on longer without saying so." She explained, ending it with a soft smile.

The girl smiled back. Thank God.

Paper Faces on Parade || {Cruella & Ratigan}

Padraic laughed softly as he gazed around the room while she spoke. “Halloween is perhaps the one time of the year where people can get away with it, I suppose. Of course not everyone needs to stoop to such levels to garner attention.” He turned to Cruella and offered her a wry smile. “For instance, Ms. De Vil, you manage to make that gown of yours rather fetching, without the need to trot around in scraps of cloth which you call a costume.”

However, Ratigan’s eyes did wander to where Cruella was looking, and he gave a sigh as he studied that “elephant girl” with a bored expression. “Although it does look quite appealing on some,” he murmured, finishing off her sentence for her since hers had trailed off. Padraic looked back at Cruella, his faint smile returning. He didn’t know what Cruella’s proclivities were, but the way she stared at the girl made him think she was interested. Even if it was just a minute amount. “Wouldn’t you agree, my dear?”

Cruella blushed faintly at that. "You're doing your sex a service as ell. Not many here are dressed as handsomely as you." Nor did they smell even half as wonderful as her cologned friend.

She chuckled as Ratigan saw right through her subtlety. "Verily." She was able to muster through her small white fanged laughter.

Workaholic Rehab || Open

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"Nice," he nodded in approval. "So it’s truly a family affair, then. Not just a De Vil women thing," Darrel quirked a grin.

"Sort of..... you either have to have been my mother or have come out of her." Cruella chuckled. "My dad DID try to get it from me but I knew he'd bring it to ruin. He had NO fashion sense." She laughed harder at that fact.

Workaholic Rehab || Open

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He quirked an eyebrow in interest. “A fresh start, of sorts, then. Where’s your brother at?” Something about the fur-obsessed woman piqued his interest, he wasn’t certain why but she was interesting. People obsessed with clothes, he didn’t understand it but it was clear that it meant as much to her as the sea did to him.