closed starter: @shadxwmoonlight !! location: moonlight casino

walking into the casino was like heading towards the frontlines of battle— armor strapped on, weapon at the ready, reality almost seeming to be distorted in some odd way that made the corners of your vision blurr. drizella really only allowed herself to grace the establishment with her very presence when she was itching for some amusement, and when she caught wind that her ex-prince-of-crime was now entangled in some girl's arms... well, the brunette just had to come and see it for herself. her oz ?? blood stained palms with a tongue of steel, life enveloped in enough horror to give anyone close enough to him a thousand yard stare — a LOVER?? please.

when she spotted him, alarms went off in her head, the warning sirens screeching as scarlet light flashed in her eyes. drizella was going to eat this man alive, and thank god, because she was starving for a good old fashioned blood bath. oz was looming in the background of his kingdom filled with underpaid tramps in tiny black dresses and his army of ego-centric criminals dotting every entrance, and then there was drizella. sauntering up to the man, drizella brushed long, curled locks over her shoulder— clutching her purse strap like it was knife about to be unsheathed.

❛ so the rumors are true.... ❜ drizella cooed in greeting, though there was a venmous hiss accompanying each syllable as she stepped too close for comfort. ❛ you really HAVE gone soft, haven't you ?? ❜

❛ god, you're telling me. my mom has had my entire life orchestrated since i was a fertilized egg, angel. you're telling me you didn't have a crazy parent who was desperate to sculpt you into whatever they wanted ?? ❜ drizella wasn't complaining, not entirely, as she was aware of what a spoiled life she lead and the luxuries she had access to. however, she didn't think her family had just been handed all of those things— her mother put in the work for it. was it the cleanest of work ?? fuck no, but it was worth nevertheless. whether or not it was clean was all in the eyes of... whoever, she guessed. it didn't matter to the eldest tremaine daughter, not when she got to reap the benefits of all that work regardless of its cleanliness. ❛ oh, so you like... stand next to a piano in a skimpy dress and sing jazz or something ?? ❜ drizella inquired, not entirely mocking but... more so fascinated by the whole ordeal. it was certainly a job that got you attention, but it was usually the same attention the dancers at wonderland got... just from richer men with with wives who tracked their locations. drizella sighed as the conversation was brought back onto her, sinking into the chair, waving a dismissive hand in response. ❛ it doesn't matter if i want to go or not, it's a part of my life i have just learned to deal with. it can't be any worse than my debutante ball... and that was a fucking nightmare and a half.❜

if there was one thing angel had learned about humans , it was that people would always say there were no dumb questions until somebody actually asked one . it was funny how earthlings seemed to change their opinions so suddenly , and based on little evidence too . they were full of contradictions like that . in any case , she wasn't about to push drizella into explaining her reasoning any further , especially after following the other girl into the car . the last thing angel needed or wanted was to have to walk home at the end of the day . ❛ so you've been socially aware since you were six years old ... that's a lot of awareness to have , ❜ which was kind of fascinating except angel had no idea what it was actually like to be six years old . she wasn't built with a childhood or memories of one in her system , for better or worse . when the question turned to her , the alien smiled proudly , always happy to talk about her god - given ( or lab created ) gifts . ❛ i sing there most nights . people don't keep coming back just for the food , you know . ❜ and considering most patrons weren't gross - looking or entirely boring , angel always looked forward to their praise and random gifts . at least the good gifts . it was nice to feel acknowledged and the alien felt she was doing what she was made for , one way or another . as angel listen to drizella speak of her mother , she could almost swear the topic wasn't exactly pleasant for the other . ❛ hmm ... you don't seem too excited . do you have to be there ? ❜

it was like having a really expensive poodle or something, carting angel around, and most of the time drizella didn't really mind the company because angel seemed to not be phased by her critiques or commentary and actually listened. it was so refreshing, especially growing up with a sister who had the social awareness of a raging ex-disney star. drizella felt like she should start carrying around a treat bag with the girl's god damn initials on it. the chauffeur got out of the car, greeting the socialite with a nod of his head and a polite 'miss tremaine,' before offering his hand to help her inside. drizella was half tempted to look back to make sure the other girl was following suit, but thought better of it as she slid into the back of the car, immediately pulling out her phone and letting the owner of the establishment know she was coming with a plus one. ❛ whatever, it doesn't matter if you were trying to be offense or not — don't ask dumb questions like that, ❜ drizella replied, shrugging her shoulders as she slipped her phone back into her purse. ❛ social awareness is everything nowadays. you say one wrong thing and it ruins your life forever — my mom's had me in PR training since i was like...six. trust me on this. ❜ looking out the window, drizella sighed, looking between the window and the manicure she now realized she wanted to get touched up; ❛ you work at gusteau's ?? doing ... what exactly ?? ❜ drizella inquired, and then, sighing when the topic was back on her again; ❛ yes and no, i just need something else to wear for some thing my mom has me doing. probably for whatever man she's entertaining right now, fuck if i know. ❜

the sharp laugh caught angel off guard , not entirely sure what was so funny about her idea . drizella seemed to do that sometimes , laugh for what angel felt was no real reason . it made the alien wander if that was something all wealthy humans did , weird of a habit as it was . oh well . watching as the other typed away on her phone , probably texting her chauffeur ( which angel had learned was basically a personal uber driver ) , the alien wasn't entirely sure what it was about her question that warranted such an expression of shock from the other . even so , she held back on laughing , knowing it would piss drizella off and the idea of walking home wasn't very enticing to angel . ❛ ... really ? okay fine , noted ! ❜ truthfully , angel just figured it made for more interesting conversation than the weather or one's favorite color , which humans always seemed so desperate to talk about . ❛ i wasn't trying to be offensive , you know ; there isn't even proof that souls are a thing . ❜ maybe drizella didn't have a soul and so , it was a sensitive topic . angel had always assumed she didn't have one either . following drizella to the car , she blinked at the sight of the other's suspicious look , slightly puzzled by it ; was it really that deep ?! ❛ sure , anything but gusteau's . i have made it a rule not to go there outside of work hours . ❜ didn't want the other employees getting to close to her . ❛ is the outfit you're looking to buy meant for some kind of fancy event ? ❜

drizella continued to type in the product codes into her computer, drawing the skin of her lower lip between her teeth as she resisted the urge to say something incredibly nasty or unprofessional. sarah was a lukewarm boss at most and basically let drizella do whatever she wanted, though drizella had always said to her mother she believed SHE would be better suited to run the shop. alas — drizella had a future already crafted for her that didn't involve running a small business. drizella's entire life was a paint by numbers; fill in the spots on a pre-set canvas, one by one, with their corresponding colors. ❛ at least you'd be putting efforts into something, ❜ she quipped, glancing at him for a moment, reaching below her to grab one of the brown paper bags to put his purchases into. clearing her throat, forcing a smile, she tilted her head; ❛ i would trust a politician before i trusted you, but sure, whatever you say, sterling. ❜ sliding the bag towards him, drizella glanced at the total, an amused smirk lingering on her lips; ❛ now, your total comes to $142.75... will that be credit or debit ?? ❜

"I knew it." Swizz was very aware she was being sarcastic, but it didn't stop him from pretending to take it at face value. He could do it, he could win her over; she wasn't the first person that disliked him and she certainly wouldn't be the last. "Look, if I was stalking you, I'd come in more prepared. Know the names of some products or something." Or he was just a horrible, thoughtless stalker, and he was pretty sure if he was going to dedicate energy to that he'd at least try a little harder. But maybe not. He'd all but given up on racing at this point, hadn't he? His passion didn't last very long. "You'll just have to take my word for it."

drizella was in her room, reorganizing her closet and ensuring all of her pieces were up to date and not wearing out. keeping her outfits pristine and consistent was all part of the brand she was building for herself, upholding the tremaine legacy of TASTE that her sister seemed to challenge for reasons the elder still couldn't make much sense of. hearing the voice of the woman in question, drizella groaned, tossing the item she had been looking at back on her bed and glancing over to her vanity where ana's earing was, in fact, sitting. ❛ god, do you ever know where ANY of your belongings are ?? ❜ she called back in reply, walking over to scoop up the earring before sauntering out to return it to ana. she was lingering near the stairs, obviously going out, and she made a pretty theatrical display of tucking her arm behind her waist which resulted in a manicured brow raising on her forehead. ❛ alright, what's gotten into you today ?? can't you just not be all... ❜ drizella waved her hand around anastatia's body, frowning; ❛ — this, for once ?? just one day, ana. ❜ stepping forward, drizella held out the hand with the earring in it, staring at her sister with an almost pained expression as her eyes refused to stray from ana. ❛ you really should listen to me and stop wearing silver, it does not compliment your skin tone. ❜

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It had been a month since Anastasia received her tattoo in remembrance of her and her sisters father. She kept it hidden well enough, a single rose atop her left wrist, and on the days she had to see her family she covered it up the best she could with concealer. It was simple and maybe a little cliché, but she had fond memories of her father walking through their estates garden. He'd always pick the rose in the lightest shade of pink and hand it to Anastasia. His little rose. He had been taken too soon, and while her sister and mother didn't seem to feel the same away, his absence left a heavy hole in Ana's heart. "Driz!" the redhead screamed from atop the foyer stairs. "Did I leave my other earing in your room?" Before she could finish searching her pure her left wrist caught her attention, noticing the concealer of her tattoo was considerably smudged. Shit, Shit, Shit, Ana digged for the tiny tube inside her purse as she heard her sisters thundering footsteps already heading her way. It was too late. Ana quickly hid her left arm behind her waist, looking up expectantly at her sister. Beaming a smile hoping driz hadn't noticed, or would be too bothered with her own thoughts too.

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rolling her eyes, drizella waved a dismissive hand in his direction; ❛ same thing.❜ making her way behind the counter, she began mindlessly scanning his items. ❛ sure, sterling, we're best friends, ❜ drizella cooed in mock reply, though her nose scrunched up as she feigned an expression of disgust in response to his follow up comment. ❛ saying that you're making my day is a wild proclamation..❜ though she hated to admit it, he was right in a sense. he was somewhat making her day by being here, if anything, providing her with some sort of entertainment as the day seemed to continue to drag on and on. she got off at four, but it truly felt as if the shift would never end, just as every shift did. so, as much of a headache as sterling was... it was a good distraction from the boredom that had her tempted to pick at her fingernails. GROSS. ❛ just because i work here, doesn't mean you're not stalking me, ❜ she pointed out, glancing up at him, a flicker of a playful smirk on her lips.

"Sugar Racers," Swizz corrected, though he couldn't say he cared too much about the butchering of the name. While there was a point in time he'd actually been passionate about the hobby, that passion (along with his passion for literally everything else) had gotten lost along the way. As much as he liked staying high in the ranks, he liked skipping track meets to party more, and as much as he liked flying around curves too fast, he liked it better when he wasn't wearing a helmet and it wasn't... legal. "You don't say. That makes us, like, best friends or something, then. You know, by default." Knowing she wasn't about to agree with that statement either, he chuckled, pulling his card out as he headed towards the counter. "You act like I'm stalking you. It's not my fault you work at the most renowned skincare boutique in town. Don't act like I'm not making your day by showing up here."

drizella gave a sharp laugh at the idea of suing the the post office, eyes rolling at the mere thought of it. as if she'd waste that much time on something so... not worth the effort. the media attention that would gather would be humiliating — rich socialite with money to burn sues small, local business over genuine misunderstanding !! drizella could see the tabloids now and feel her mother's wrath burning in her chest, making her shiver just as much as the cold was. ❛ let's just presume they're capable of not fucking up the basic task of getting my shit where it needs to go, ❜ drizella replied, reaching down to tighten the tie of her jacket around her waist, huffing a cloud of frozen air as she did so. nodding at the idea of a drink, drizella pulled out her phone to text her chauffeur that they were ready to be picked up, practically drowning out the sound of the others voice as she focused more on what acrylic nails were tapping against her phone screen as opposed to whatever angel was going on about. her mom would sell her soul for a pair of diamond earrings — ones that were out of season, mind you. rose gold, likely. god, drizella hated rose gold. ❛ me ?? ❜ drizella inquired at the question, looking to angel with a perplexed expression. what a peculiar thing to ask a person, she thought to herself, a look of offense flashing on sharp features. ❛ what i do, or don't do, with my soul is no one's business. god, we need to work on your social awareness, angel, you don't just ask people shit like that. ❜ drizella was certain she didn't even had a soul to sell — her mother likely auctioned it off the moment she was born. as their driver pulled up, the brunette gave angel one last suspicious look before moving towards the vehicle — desperate to get out of the cold and out of the public eye having THIS kind of conversation. ❛ de la vign work ?? i'm craving a cab. ❜

while angel wasn't entirely sure at what point someone became a ' poor ' person rather than just average , drizella made it sound like a great offense . note to self : being poor is one of the worst things an earthling can be , and probably just as terrible for drizella as repeating outfits . brows furrowed at the comment about not being a ' charity case ' — wasn't charity meant to be a good thing ? whatever . ❛ if they do lose it , you could just sue the post office and win . i doubt any of the local services would win a battle in court , ❜ as it was pretty obvious to the alien that the mayor was rather incompetent . at least from an intergalactic standpoint . she could've patted herself on the back for her ability to keep her dulcet tones at a reasonable level while drizella yelled out into the street ; at least angel sounded heavenly when she was being loud . ❛ why don't we get something nice to drink and do some online shopping , hm ? ❜ it might even help the other calm down . ❛ one in a million , hmm ... meh , i wouldn't worry about that if i were you , ❜ the alien added , waving her hand dismissively . ❛ the devil is just an entity created by organized and powerful institutions to control humankind through fear and guilt ! even if it was real , your mom's soul would be of little value to him , ❜ after all , as far as angel was concerned , drizella's mom was only human and therefore limited . ❛ is there anything you would sell your soul for , driz ? ❜

drizella raised a brow at the stranger — vicky — folding sweater-encased arms over one another and tilting her head as if she were a venomous snake, waiting on an opportunity to strike. ❛ lots of button words, ❜ drizella commented, analyzing her persuasion techniques, having become almost an expert in the art of recognizing smothering advertising when she heard it. too many adjectives usually meant over-compensation, but too little or non-descriptive advertised advertised a lack of confidence... it was finding that delicate balance between saying too much and too little. a smirk lingered on the brunette's lips at the reference to the faddy weight-loss products she'd see in her direct messages every once and a blue moon, nodding in solidarity with the sentiment that they were nothing more than a cash grab.

moving towards the counter, drizella kept her arms folded as she peered into the boxes vicky had brought, tilting her head as if she herself were the most qualified jewel curator in evermore— she likely was, if not one of them. the tennis bracelet immediately caught her attention, the emeralds sparkling as if calling out to her. drizella was a sucker for green— it was her signature color. she practically had a patent on it. ❛ not bad, ❜ the brunette mused, not lifting a finger nor glancing back up at the woman trying to sway her. ❛ alright, so why should i agree to this brand ambassador gig ?? ❜ the socialite drawled, turning her hips so she could rest one against the counter with brows raised as she lifted her gaze. gesturing now to the jewels, she tilted her head. ❛ — i've got a lot of people asking me to promote brands such as yours. what's the difference between them... and you ?? ❜

Vicky might not come from money and she might be a bit too tenacious for most peoples liking; but she was always prepared and ALWAYS could back up her work. Nobody was ever going to tell her she did not earn it. Everyone knew who Drizella was i mean she was one of the it girls; how could you not know who she was. Vicky knew she would be skeptical of all of this and why wouldn't she be; and she respected it. "Oh what makes them high tier is the vintage chains and pendants mixed with my hand crafted or curated gems and stones." Vicky did have some quick turn over jewelry like friendship bracelets and resale items but this was actual fine jewelry. She had to have a broad scope...how would she get the right influence on the cheap stuff...She wouldn't. Trying her hardest to now show a scowl Vicky continued. "This is far from a multi layer marketing scheme.." With a small smirk she continued. "I am not peddling trinkets to make a buck like those girls sell plastic wrap to lose weight." Vicky might hustle but she was not going to subject herself to that. Reaching into her bag she pulled out two velvet covered jewelry boxes that opened from the center. "Oh of course i have some with me; these are two of my favorite pieces." Setting the boxes on the counter Vicky opened them up separately. Glistening right in the middle of each satin lined box was a rose gold necklace with a pendant in the middle filled with crystals and amethyst stones and a gold tennis bracelet with emeralds alternating every link. Vicky was not expecting Drizella to be fawning over the jewelry but she was expecting some acceptance. "A brand ambassador is nothing more than you being a everyday walking model for my jewelry; its a walking ad campaign for Crown Jewels collection..."

a flash of interest shown in her eyes when he mentioned racing, but she didn't dare let the intrigue show itself on the rest of her face. stepping to the side to begin addressing a new shelf, drizella hummed in faux-boredom. ❛ oh that's right, you're one of those... cavity car people, ❜ she mused, waving a dismissive hand; ❛ — my mom has worked with your boss.... or, whatever he is before. ❜ or slept with him, it was hard for drizella to know the difference between her mother's business partners and her personal ones— they almost always intermingled. drizella's eyes then widened in surprise, turning to look at swizz as if he had just asked her the most offensive question imaginable. ❛ oh please, as if, ❜ drizella scoffed, eyes rolling as she turned to move towards the register, brushing her hands down the front of her apron. ❛ — in your dreams, sterling. it's bad enough you know where i work — now are you gonna come pay or are you going to keep poisoning the air i'm breathing ?? ❜

"Uh, just stuff. Work, racing. Gotta be the best of the best on the track." As if he cared about that. He liked coming out near the top, don't get him wrong, and he was definitely frustrated when he didn't have bragging rights, but as far as racing went... while he used to be passionate about it, the passion he'd had for anything in his life at this point seemed to be long gone. The truth was, he just didn't care to try. "Well, since you asked," he winked at her, knowing damn well it was a lost cause, "you could give me your number. Just in case I need any more suggestions, you know."

drizella hated working, she wasn't even sure why she did it. her mother insisted she have a job to keep up her image, make her relatable, give her something to ' land on ' should their entire fortune and status go under. the former wasn't something the elder tremaine daughter worried herself with, unlike anastatia, she trusted her name and the weight that came with it. it hadn't failed her yet, and she wasn't about to start believing it would now. rearranging some of the skincare products on one of the shelves, boredom heavy on her features, drizella turned her head upon hearing the door open. before she could even get a word out, the individual who had walked in was approaching her, hand extended — a hand in which drizella glanced at quizzically, raising a manicured brow. ❛ uh-huh, ❜ was all she offered in reply, not finding the energy within herself to entertain the stranger with pleasantries.

remembering she was at work, and should probably show some basic manners, drizella eventually offered a smile — rehearsed & perfected. ❛ high tier jewerly... can't say i've heard of it, ❜ the socialite mused, turning her focus back on the products. ❛ is it some kind of multi-layer marketing scheme or something ?? can't say i'm a big fan of those, though i can admire the hustle. ❜ turning to face the stranger, vicky, once more — drizella offered a more syrupy sweet smile, brushing her palms against one another. ❛ — a brand ambassador ?? so like... a spokesperson or something ?? ❜ drizella inquired, though there was no genuine curiosity in the questions — more so textbook replies. this wasn't the first time she was being sought out to endorse a product or a business, and it likely wouldn't be the last. tilting her head, she raised a brow; ❛ do you have them on you ?? ❜

Location: Until Sunrise For: @nxghtingale

Vicky had one local role model in Evermore and it was Lady Termaine. Now she could never just go up to her that would be insane and extremely detrimental to her business plans. You have to network properly or you will just be seen as a fan girl or someone who doesn’t meet the measure. Vicky knew of Drizella. Anyone who was anyone did. At least that’s how Vicky’s mind worked. Drizella was the daughter of her role model. Opening the door to Until Sunrise Vicky scanned the boutique. She did frequent the shop but Drizella was not always there. But today…she was. Not the one to beat around the bush Vicky marched right up to her with a smile and an invitation in her hand. Reaching out her hand to pass it along Vicky introduced herself; “You’re Drizella right? I’m Vicky the owner of High Tier Jewelry.” The invitation was a hand crafted invitation for a Jewelry party for influencers and the elite of Evermore. “You are my top request to be a brand ambassador.” This her best in with this family and she knew it… “I’d love to show you some signature pieces.”

❛ you better. this sweater could pay your rent, ❜ drizella replied with a smile, not trying to show off or anything ( not this time ) but... stating it factually. the price tag attached to the socialite's closet was ridiculous, her mother often chastising her for some of her purchases— condemning her for not playing her cards with a little more finesse, but drizella didn't care. she LOVED her closet and all the items that filled it. drizella waved a hand dismissively in saal's direction, shaking her head; ❛ it's whatever, ❜ she reassured, though her tone didn't imply any note of airiness. it was a gesture simply out of ... well, drizella didn't know why she felt the need to do all of this but, whatever. saal was decent company so, if anything, it was like a reward for her being tolerable in comparison to other characters in this dreadful town. ❛ you should, my skin care routine is practically flawless, ❜ drizella boasted with a more earnest smile now. ❛ not exactly, you can just use your hands. i threw in a jade roller for you though, and a guasha. ❜ looking at saal, holding the bag of items out to her, the brunette nodded towards it; ❛ — there's probably like... videos or something on how to use those things online. or you can just come over sometime and i'll show you. ❜

saaliha doesn't know what brunello cucinelli is, but it certainly sounds too expensive for her tastes, given a clumsiness that constantly has her mending and replacing garments. "i'll keep your sweater blood-free, i promise." a smile slips upon her lips as she fights to supress a laugh at the attachment driz has to her clothing. eyes widen at the full sized bottles drizella presents to her, looking between the products and her friend. "drizella, you really didn't need to do that... but thank you." she'd offer to pay her back, but... well, there's no way her salary can realistically cover it at the moment. "but i trust your skincare expertise more than... well, anyone." certainly, not her shitty doctor of a father. "so, how do i... is there any special technique to putting them on?"

❛ no, trixie, ❜ drizella ground her teeth, the girl's name dripping with poison as it left her mouth. ❛ i'm literally twenty-seven, that's not even close to being old enough to HAVE younger years besides being a literal child, which i'm sure is something you resonate with.❜ reaching up, drizella smoothed her hands over her hair, the misplaced pieces from her workout being guided back to their proper places. when trixie said she was kidding, drizella's eyes rolled, picking up her bag and her water with an irritated sigh. ❛ whatever, ❜ the socialite scowled, slinging the bag over her shoulder, opening her water and taking a sip of it. ❛ i refuse to grow old and live my life wishing i was still twenty, that's just pathetic. ❜ drizella honestly hoped she would age like her mother; beautiful, unscathed, desirable and with all the power she could want right at her fingertips. ❛ they're lucky my mom doesn't come to these places, she'd have them all fired. ❜

"are you over the y2k bullshit because it reminds you of your younger years?" trixie asked with an innocent tone, a smile to her face. trixie didn't need to add that it felt like the older woman was projecting, but it hung in the air for a moment. trixie hung around drizella because it was what her parents would want of her, not because she cared for or even really liked the brunette. still, she seemed to get trixie in ways a lot of people couldn't and while the two were constantly flaunting their wealth at one another...they still did shit like this. "just kidding, obvi." she finally added after a beat too long. "must suck for these people to only have nostalgia to cling to. 'cause they can't cling to the fact that they still look as good as they did when they were 20. so sad."

drizella partially listened to what saaliah was saying, the other half of her distracted re-reading the labels on the products she had pulled off the shelves. ❛ if you so much as scratch your arm, i don't want you coming within ten feet of me. this is a brunello cucinelli cashmere sweater, saal.❜ dropping her shoulders, nodding her head, she waved her hand to usher the girl towards her. switching the subject, her attitude switching with it, drizella gestured to the array of products with a manicured hand and a tinge of a smile on her lips. ❛ now speaking of taking care of yourself... you've got morning and evening skincare. i was just gonna pull you sample sizes but i ended up just grabbing full bottles because i'm just that confident it'll work for you.❜ that and she didn't need her new project running out of products and not telling her. what good was she as an experiment if that happened ??

ouch. really, this kind of talk shouldn't be surprising coming from drizella, but... well, if saaliha felt this way about someone, she'd at least try to act nice. not that she can imagine feeling this passionately about clothes, of all things.

her eyes widen as drizella goes on about wanting her to call the police if she ever wore something like the garments saal currently has on, slowly nodding. she doesn't know what to say to this, really.

"it's – she was going to donate them, but she knew i sewed so offered them to me. i obviously washed them before working with the fabric. i promise there aren't any bed bugs." sure, she isn't as high-class as driz – or even close to it – but that doesn't mean she doesn't care about basic hygiene. "i know it's not... your style, but i take care of myself, driz. i promise."

❛ obviously i'll wash it, angel, GOD, what do you take me for ?? i'm particular, not poor,❜ huffed drizella, a scoff sounding from her chest as she glared at angel, manicured brows furrowing together. her irritation growing a bit too intense for her to manage, drizella turned on her heel and b-lined towards the front of the store, red-bottom heels clicking on polished linoleum, DARING it to scuff her shoe and be the straw that broke her back. ❛ i'm not a charity case, angel, i don't need to be leant things. i'll just stick to my PR packages and ordering online and just hope to god evermore doesn't lose my hundred dollar packages. i'm tired of shopping locally.❜ drizella raised her voice enough for any nearby staff to overhear, throwing open the front door and parading out onto the sidewalk. the frigid cold air bringing her back down to earth, though steam was practically pouring from her ears. ❛ no, absolutely not. my mother is truly one in a million,❜ hard to say if that was a compliment or an insult to the woman, but drizella made no effort to clarify. . ❛ i don't know. i'd want to say she'd keel over and die but i swear that bitch has sold her soul to lucifer. i often fear she's immortal. ❜ not that drizella WANTED her mother to die, she simply believed she never would.

angel would've laughed at the other girl's dramatics hadn't it been for the fact that she was also annoyed . while she didn't care much about haus of de vil and their clothes ( in fact , they were a great deal about her budget ) , she cared about being the one drizella would rant to . it was funny the first few times but gosh , she really didn't need this . brows furrow together in disgust at the thought of repeated underwear , ❛ please don't tell me you won't at least wash the damn thing . ❜ drizella made it seem like being an outfit repeater was the worst thing a human being could be , and angel wouldn't challenge that notion . with arms crossed over her chest , she continued eyeing the rack as if something new would magically pop up , grab her friends' attention and free them from the store . ❛ i'd let you wear something of mine but i don't think it's your style , ❜ not that angel had poor taste in clothes or anything . she simply couldn't afford a closet made entirely of high fashion items . ❛ are all mothers like that ? ❜ she questioned curiously , ❛ what happens when she pops all of her blood vessels ? judging by the stuff you say about your sister , it won't be too long until it happens . ❜

drizella's face slowly fell as understanding washed over her, mouth closing as she somewhat relaxed her face, allowing her lips to be brought back together before pressing them into a fine line. ❛ — oh, ❜ the brunette replied, nostrils flaring as she pushed a gust of air through them, continuing to look at the other's figure as concern melted more into judgement. her eyes lingered on the fabric, nearly missing saal's words as she spoke, not even trying to mask the scoff that came from her upon being offered some handmaid peasant-wear. ❛ no need, ❜ dismissed the socialite with a wave of her hand, turning around as a visible chill made her shiver at the very IDEA of being seen in something like that. her mother would have her head. this woman was much like her sister, and if she knew anything about anastatia and her persistence to look like a bag of rags were... this would be more challenging than she thought. ❛ if i were to ever been seen in something like that, i'd hope you'd call the police because clearly i am being held and tortured against my will. ❜ drizella said pointedly, as if it was obvious, before glancing over her shoulder. ❛ — you can't just take someone else's trash and put it on your BODY, saaliah. what if they had bed bugs ?? or... some kind of vile disease contagious through closing ?? your lack of self regard is incredible. truly. ❜

"oh, drizella, hi!" saal offers an enthusiastic wave, smile forming across her lips... until she notices the horror on her friend's face. "is something –" oh. it's... her? saaliha looks down to her own form, searching for anything that seems amiss, maybe some cut she got earlier and didn't notice, but –

her clothes are the issue? her brow furrows, lips pressing together in a display of confusion she doesn't bother hiding. "i... no, i'm fine?" just because her clothes aren't as expensive as drizella's don't mean they aren't well made, as she certainly prides herself on her craftsmanship. "i made them from the fabric of some clothes my neighbor was just going to throw out... and i'd make some for you, too, but i'm guessing it's not your style." she did want to somehow pay driz back for her skincare gift, but maybe offering some handmade apparel isn't the right route to go. "... but i'm okay, don't worry." a laugh escapes her lips, a touch awkward, but what else does someone do when asked if they were attacked when just wearing a new piece of clothing?

closed starter: @itstrixie location: physical

drizella didn't necessarily dislike trixie, but she didn't particularly like her either. then again, drizella didn't like anyone besides herself and... anastatia when she was in one of her more compliant modes. trixie was just a younger, discount version of herself— but she was tolerable. she had a notable name, a notable wallet, and decent taste; driz could work with that. draping a towel around her neck, the brunette took a swig of her water, the steam in the locker room clinging to her skin. ❛ if they don't mix up the playlist in these classes soon, i'm going to have a very public freak out. i'm so over the y2k bullshit everyone else is on. the way these middle aged instructors cling to nostalgia is exhausting. admit you're not 20 and in college anymore and move the fuck on. christ. ❜