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Incredibles 2 First Impressions

Saw the Incredibles II today and came away with the same thoughts that a lot of other people are having: It’s pretty good, but not as good as the original. The action scenes were, for lack of a better term, incredible and definitely the highlight of the movie. I especially liked what they did with Elastigirl’s powers during her first solo set piece. The plot was a bit derivative of the first and the big twist could be seen from a mile away.

Still, I liked this movie and am considering seeing it again in theaters. Keep that in mind, because I’m about to get really really nitpicky about things I didn’t like.

Beware of spoilers below the cut.

My two initial thoughts coming out of the theater was that the movie was disorganized and shallow. What made the first Incredibles movie stand apart was that it deftly covered a lot of heavy, adult themes and each of the subplots directly contributed to the main message the movie was trying to convey. Everything from Dash’s desire to use his powers to Violet’s desire for normalcy to Helen’s frustration with Bob’s unwillingness to let go of the glory days all build up to the main themes of family and the role of specially gifted individuals in society. Actions had very real consequences and a lot of people--both good and bad--died in Syndrome’s bid for power.

The Incredibles II is much more lighthearted, and many of the subplots either don’t go anywhere or feel like filler while the main plot is waiting to get from Point A to Point B. Jack Jack is the worst offender here, with his battle with the raccoon serving no purpose other than to get some laughs from the audience.

And again, this is fine, but it takes away time that could have been spent developing either the characters or the conflict of reintegrating superheroes into society. A whole new bunch of superheroes are introduced, but aside from Voyd they have no characterization and are literally there only to be enemies to be fought later. Voyd had the potential of being a really interesting as a starry-eyed newcomer new to the heroing business, but she remains almost criminally neglected. Sharp eyed viewers might notice she’s much more effective with her powers when she’s under hypnosis from Screenslaver, likely suffering from the same confidence issues that plagued Violet in the first movie. This aspect of her personality is never explored, which is a shame because Helen had literally just helped her daughter with the same problem and could have offered a lot of insight into her issues.

Underdeveloped characters aren’t helped by a plot that’s voyd void of nuance. I almost find it insulting that a single PR campaign was enough to get legal rights for supers reinstated, and was confused by how the superhero ban seemed to be a worldwide law.

This is where I think it would have been helpful to have a time skip between the movies. Not necessarily a long one, but at least a couple of months. This would also address how Violet suddenly became more competent with her powers when she had just gotten comfortable using them in the first place.

Having some time pass between movies would have given time for the groundwork for superhero reinstatement to take place, paving the way for the new law to pass. I mean, current events should show how difficult it is to make meaningful change to laws, and even if having superheroes around would be the best thing since sliced bread there would almost certainly be a vocal faction that wants them kept hidden simply because there is always a group that is resistant to change.

It would have been nice if perhaps Evelyn was simply one member of a bigger group taking drastic measures to keep superheroes out of the limelight. You could still have her be Screenslaver, but why is she the only one voicing discontent? If she’s working with a team to undermine her brother’s efforts then it opens up room for more reasonable discourse to why superheroes shouldn’t be allowed than “My parents trusted in superheroes and now they’re dead”.

Is it weird that I really liked Screenslaver but kind of hated Evelyn? Also, I can’t be the only one who thought she looked like Roxanne from Megamind.

There was a lot that was left unexplored here. I was frustrated during the big family argument at the beginning of the movie when Violet’s asking why she can’t do proper hero work that no one brings up the fact that she’s a fourteen year old kid. Likewise, Dash had the largest onscreen kill count in the last movie, but not only does that not affect him in any way he’s eager to jump back in the fray because being a superhero “defines who I am”.

Yes, I know it was a joke, but Dash is also, like, nine. Using his powers to run track isn’t the same as going against guys with guns. If you’re not old enough to work at McDonalds you’re not old enough to fight super villains. I’m sorry, I don’t make the rules. I find it worrisome that during the climax neither of the Parr children even consider notifying the police that the supers have been mind controlled.

And just like there are a plethora of reasons society might not want the supers back--the movie itself lists a couple--I’m sure Bob and Helen would have reasons for not wanting to submit to too much government control for fear of being made to do something against their morals. Being used as weapons of war or abuse of police authority immediately come to mind.

There is of course no rule that saying that the movie has to tackle these kinds of issues. Simply executing well on the basic premise of “The Incredibles, but this time with Elastigirl” is enough for a good movie, but Brad Bird has given just enough substance for it to qualify as a mindless action flick.

During Violet’s main subplot she has to deal with the fact that her boyfriend has been subject to a botched mindwipe and no longer remembers she exists. I expected the ethics of erasing someone’s memory against their will to be brought up, or for there to be major ramifications from Tony being forced to forget the existence of one of his classmates.

Nothing ever comes of it, and at the end of the movie Violet has a line where she says Evelyn’s likely to get away with all she’s done with a slap on the wrist because she’s rich.

It was a line that was almost too real for such a lighthearted movie, but as I walked of the theater I realized just how hypocritical it was. Violet herself had gotten out of trouble with the police earlier in the movie because of her parent’s connections with the government. The government had gotten away with altering a teenage boy’s memory, using an “unprecise science” to protect the identity of someone who was--technically speaking--breaking the law. Her parents had knowingly and willingly used their superhuman abilities in an illegal manner to basically run an ad campaign with no negative consequences and ultimately getting what they wanted in the end.

Evelyn might get away her crimes because she’s rich, but the Parrs got away with theirs because they had connections.

All things considered, I think that the Incredibles II could have benefited from another pass or two at the script. There was no single definitive moment that ruined the movie for me, in fact, there were some parts that I thought it surpassed the original. But small flaws add up to an experience I’d sum up as “could be better”.

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theartificialdane · 7 years

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Galactica, part 240

In this Fame talks to her husband, Marie Claire is out, Courtney works hard and the twins have a night in.

Thank you @veronicasanders @samrull @toriibelledarling and @imanationalphenomenon for cowriting this chapter with me! <3

Patrick looked up from his laptop, puzzled, as sharp, rapid knocking sounded at his door. “One second!” Patrick stood up to answer it, but he had barely opened the door before Fame stormed into the room in a drunken rage, looking for a fight.

“Alright, where is she?! Where’s the slut?!” Fame turned around, searching the room with her eyes, but she found nothing, which only annoyed her more.

Patrick rubbed his forehead tiredly, trying to decide if he should let Fame be, or if he should stop her, their friends’ words from earlier in the night still stinging. “Fame, sweetheart-”

“I’m serious!” Fame flung open the closet, Patrick’s shirts falling out, and then the bathroom door that was empty too. “Come out, bitch, and face me!”

“Fame, would you please get ahold of yourself! She’s not here.” Patrick locked the door behind him, hoping that no one else on the floor could hear them. “Are you really here to have a confrontation with Shannel?”

Fame whirled around, eyes blazing, just about ready to tear into Patrick, and that’s when she caught a glimpse of herself in the large mirror hanging on the wall. Eye makeup smeared, crazy-eyed, hair a mess, and she started crying. “How did we get here?” Fame sat down on the bed, her world crashing down around her. “How did we become such a cliché?”

Patrick sighed and sat down beside her, his hand on her back, gently stroking her. “Everything will be okay.”

“How can you say that?” Fame took a shaky breath, asking quietly, “We’re getting divorced Patrick, divorced!”

“Fame, I know you’re worried about what this is going to look like, but I assure you, I’m not trying to embarrass you, or hurt your business, or--”

“Is that really all you think I care about?”

He looked up at her again, but she averted her eyes, trying to compose herself, as a tear slipped down her cheek. “Fame…”

She brushed the tear away with the back of her hand. “I care about you. I care about our marriage. I care about the life we built together. Do you?”

“You’re the one who want this divorce.”

“I’m the one who wanted it? Me? Why would you say that? I never wanted any of this!”

“... What?”

“You’re the one who wanted to get divorced Patrick, you’re the one who started it all when you wanted to sell the farm!”

“You threw me out, I figured that was what you wanted.”

Fame could feel the anger well up in her again. How dared he say that? How dared he try to pin this on her when it was clearly him that was in the wrong. “Because I was angry with you. You were going behind my back, planning an affair, even if it was just in your mind.”

“Are you trying to guilt me by calling it an affair?”

“It’s not the kind of relationship we have! How can you think that what you did is okay?”

“So our relationship is only open for you, not me?”

“It’s not /open/, Patrick! This is what you don’t understand! I wasn’t traipsing around town /fucking/ people, I wasn’t having affairs behind your back.” Fame could see that Patrick wanted to interrupt her, but she had more to say, had to finish talking.

“We have rules.” Patrick’s face didn’t change at all, and Fame realized that the rules might just have been hers, and not something she had actually shared with Patrick, her code and her morals only for her, since she was the only one that had ever gone outside of their relationship. “Any time I had feelings for anyone, even if they were purely physical, the first thing I did was talk to you. I was 100% honest with you about it, all the time. When you told me about Shannel, the very first thing you told me was a lie. That’s the difference.”

He looked at her, blinking, for a few seconds. “... Oh.”

“Oh yes.”

“I.. I just didn’t want to upset you or hurt you…”

Fame’s eyes softened. “The truth never could...” Fame turned her palm, gently offering up her hand for her husband, the man that was still her husband, to take. “Did you ever feel hurt? Like I--”

“No… No I didn’t...”

“I love you Patrick, and I always have, I hope you know that...”

Patrick took her hand. “I know.” He smiled slightly. “I was a little insecure years ago.” he chuckled. “But that had more to do with the fact that I was across the country, and the whole thing was new.”

“I know I should have been more patient with you, when you started having...” Fame swallowed, the words making her throat burn, “...feelings for her, but I just, I was just too hurt. I know I handled it badly. I know that.” She hated the idea of her husband with anyone else, but the idea of losing him was even worse, and she had been unfair, she knew that.

“Well...yes...but at least now I know why.”

“I shouldn’t have gone through your search history. I just…” Fame started to cry again, and Patrick wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in. “I wanted to believe that the paranoia was all in my head, and then when I saw it--”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…”

“Do you love her?”

“No, but I care for her a great deal… She’s not just a trick.”

“I know she’s not...” Fame leaned her head against Patrick’s shoulder, allowing herself to breathe deeply, inhaling his scent, those familiar arms around her. She could feel herself melting into him.

“Stay the night, please?” he whispered into her hair.

She looked up at him, blue eyes liquid, lifting a hand to stroke his cheek, and replied. “Okay. but only if you promise to come home tomorrow.”

“I will.”

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/HEADLINE: MARIE CLAIRE STRIKES GOLD WITH THEIR DECEMBER COLLECTION FROM GALACTICA

When you think of the word, “elegance,” what is the first thing that pops into your mind? Probably rich, vibrant colors, a regalness, and a classic style, right? That’s exactly what we thought on the magazine when we flipped open this month’s issue of Marie Claire. You know us, always keeping my eye out for the next “It” thing. While we find most fashion magazines with current fashion trends tend to lean more towards quick fads, it’s a rare that we come across a diamond among rocks. Sea glass among stones. Something beautiful that stands out from the other similar items. The center spread of this month’s Marie Claire features five of the most opulent, rich, and luxurious gowns we have ever laid my eyes on, ever, beautifully accompanied by signature pieces with a more urban flare that stands out from everyone's favorite brand Galactica. While the style of the gowns seemed familiar, there was something we couldn’t quite look away from that set these gowns apart from the other designer garments featured throughout the magazine. Classic. Regal. Elegant. Timeless, and yet, with a modern twist. Violet Chachki, a designer whose work we hate to admit we’re not familiar with, has exemplified all of these qualities with her Winter/Christmas 2016 Collection. But, as we all know, size isn’t everything, now is it? Miss Chachki’s small, yet vibrant, five-piece collection packs a punch, especially with her being so new in the industry. After meticulous research, this fresh-faced designer turned out to be somewhat of an enigma, which isn’t that uncommon for an employed designer at a major brand. I also found, after admittedly doing much digging, that Miss Chachki graduated Valedictorian from Parsons School of Design, along with photos from a few portfolio reviews and presentations. It seems this mystery of a designer has had an eye for creating exquisite, detailed works of art for years. While this designer is still very much a riddle to me, even I have to notice her distinct style. Galactica featured two garments that very much fit her aesthetic - first, the gown worn by Tatiana, Elite's freshest model, and the gorgeous gown worn by also fashion-newbie Naomi. There is no question of how much those pieces wowed the audience! Now, I can only assume that this small collection is just the start of something great. As we all know, in the world of haute couture, collections can have anywhere from thirty pieces to over a hundred pieces involved. Five. That’s it. Five pieces were featured in this center spread. How do I begin to describe this collection? A flurry of gold and red, sparkling hand-beaded details with whimsical lace details delicately placed on glissenette bodices. Vertical and horizontal lines lead your eyes along the garments, allowing the viewer to see new details with every inch of detailed pieces - deep V-necklines, belts that bring in the waistlines and long, flowing skirts add height to the wearer. Basically, it was love at first sight. Violet, Miss Chachki, hat’s off to you. Brava! I can’t wait to see how your work holds up in stores, because I would be honored to get my hands on one of your pieces!/

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“So, I’m not being negative or anything, but have you considered that most of your staff is Jewish.” Betty looked up at Trixie that was hanging up garland's, the man humming christmas songs to himself.

“Christmas isn’t religious. It’s a time of joy.”

“... I’m pretty sure Christmas is the definition of religion.” Betty mumbled to herself. She almost wanted to move the ladder, just to see if Trixie would actually fall, but she controlled herself as the man hung up baubles all around the edge of the office. Almost everyone was out since Shane was cleaning out the warehouse, all of the designers basically standing on top of each other as they thought for their fabrics with teeth and claw. Betty didn’t care though, as she knew that Shane wouldn’t throw anything of hers out.

“Aaah!”

Betty felt something grab her jeans, little Ivan using Betty’s clothes to pull himself up, Frida right behind. Betty didn’t know when, but somehow the two had become best buds, Frida often napping with Ivan in Trixie’s office, Ivan letting Frida lick his hands whenever he got a snack or treat.

“Trixie, you have a visitor.” Betty hated when Ivan touched her, the little dude somehow always sticky, but as she saw Trixie hurry down the ladder and picking Ivan up, she couldn’t help but smile, Trixie’s love for his son more than evident, even if he was dressed in a ridiculous elf costume.

***

Courtney stood in front of the mirrored closet doors, practicing the choreography that still tripped her up sometimes. She had a gig coming up that was gonna be filmed for Housewives, and was determined not to give the editors any reason to put shady music behind her performance, or cut to someone looking bored. She could hear Derrick’s voice in her head. /Find the accent beats, gurl! Come on! 5, 6, 7, 8! Hip, hip, cross arms, turn, walk, walk, pose.../

She held the pose, marking the spot where the backup dancers lifted her up, and that’s when she noticed Bianca standing in the doorway with a wry smile. She gasped and turned around pulling her earbuds out.

“Sweet Jesus, B, you scared the fuck outa me!”

“Sorry.” Bianca walked towards her, looking not the least bit sorry.

“How long have you been there?”

“Long enough.”

“Well...what do you think?” Courtney rolled her neck, stretching out her shoulders, as Bianca approached.

“Hmmm, well….I think…” Bianca slipped her arms around Courtney’s waist. “One...you’re fucking sexy,” Bianca said, kissing her softly just below her jaw. “And two...you need a break.” She tried to pull Courtney towards the bed but was met with resistance.

“B...I need to practice.”

“You know, you used to be much more agreeable.”

Courtney stuck her tongue into her cheek. “Yeah, well, I used to be unemployed.”

“Fair point.” Bianca traced a design into her wrist. “So how long is this practice going to last?”

“Forty minutes?”

Bianca flopped backwards onto the bed in despair. “You’re killing me!”

Courtney giggled. “I know, babe, it’s so, so hard to not get instant gratification all the time.” She ran her fingers up Bianca’s thigh teasingly.

“See, you understand!” Bianca kissed the inside of her wrist, pulling her close again.

“Tell you what. You be a good girl, and let me finish, and then I’ll give you a reward.”

“What kind of reward?”

Courtney fluttered her lashes. “It’s a surprise. But it involves dress-up.”

Bianca sat up and pushed her off the bed. “Jesus, Courtney, what are you waiting for, finish your damn practice.”

Laughing, Courtney put her earbuds back in and turned back to the mirror. She continued to run through the dance moves, at first feeling self conscious with Bianca’s eyes on her, but then growing more and more confident. By the end, she was covered in sweat and knew the whole thing, even the tricky part, backwards and forwards. She looked over her shoulder at Bianca as she stepped into the closet, pointing to the bedside table and simply ordering, “Blindfold.”

Bianca smiled and opened the drawer, pulling out the blindfold and slipping it on. “Baby, I hope you know how happy dress-up day makes me.”

“I do.”

“So, any hints?”

As Courtney changed, Bianca could hear rustling. After a pause, she answered. “Ummm...well...let’s just say I’m attempting undergarments again.” Another pause. “And I got help.”

“Help from who?” Bianca asked, attempting to keep her voice light, thinking, /Don’t say Adore. Don’t fucking say Adore./

“Raven.”

Bianca breathed out a sigh of relief. “Well, that’s promising…” she chuckled, laying back against the pillows.

“Yeah, it would be great if I could figure out where all these fucking straps were supposed to go.”

Bianca laughed. “Sex clothes are complicated, angel.”

“No shit. Next time I’m gonna make her give me a diagram.”

“Need a hand?”

“No, I think I got it. Yeah, that looks right. I think.” Courtney opened the closet door and walked over to the bed, slowly unbuttoning Bianca’s top.

“When do I get to take off the blindfold?” Bianca whined as Courtney slid off her bottoms, pressing a kiss to her stomach.

“You’re being awfully cranky today, B,” Courtney breathed, crawling over her body.

“Well, what good is dress-up if I don’t get to see it?!” Bianca complained, hands moving up Courtney’s thighs to her ass, where she could feel the crisscrossing straps of her panties.

Courtney pressed a light, teasing kiss to her lips, pulling down the cups of her bra, fingering her nipples until she coaxed out a breathy whimper. “Good point, babe. Okay. Take it off.”

Bianca tore the blindfold off her eyes and took in the sight of Courtney, hovering over her in red, lacy lingerie, ribbons dangling down. A moan escaped her throat. “Fuck me.”

“Alright,” Courtney replied, straddling her, sitting back up with a naughty smirk, grinding down against her.

Bianca arched up, but unwilling to submit entirely, slipped a hand inside Courtney’s barely-there panties and started to play with her clit. The younger girl rolled her hips faster, breathing harder.

“Courtney, did you ever find the black--HOLY FUCK!” Ben stood in the open doorway, hands flying up to cover his eyes. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE, WHY DON’T YOU CLOSE YOUR FUCKING DOOR, YOU CUNTS?!” Ben groped blindly for the door, slamming it shut and stomping off down the hall.

“Oops.” Courtney looked down at Bianca with a sheepish expression, giggling. “Do you think I should--”

“Whatever, he’ll be fine. Keep going.” Her finger moved in faster circles against Courtney’s clit.

“Yes, ma’am…” Courtney breathed, leaning forward, eyes flashing. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to displease you.”

“Oh my god, shut /up/,” Bianca exclaimed, rolling her over and taking charge.

Courtney bit her lip. “Sorry…”

Bianca paused and looked at her for a moment. “Well, don’t be like that.”

Courtney groaned, wrapping her legs around Bianca’s waist. “What do you want from me?”

“I want you to want me as much as I want you. If you don’t, then--”

“I do, I just got distracted because my BROTHER walked in. I’m sorry.”

Bianca took a deep breath. “No, I’m sorry. I’m just...I guess I was being impatient and insecure, and--”

“Insecure? You?” Courtney reached up and ran a hand gently through Bianca’s hair. “Seriously?”

“Well, yeah. I mean you used to have nothing but time for me. And lately you’ve been so busy, and I’m happy that things are going so well for you, but I just...miss you.”

Courtney stroked Bianca’s cheeks. “Come here…”

Bianca let Courtney pull her in for a soft, deep kiss, tangling her hands into her blonde hair.

“B, I'm worried…”

“About what, my love?”

“Well, I...I don't know how to get this contraption off…” Courtney whispered, gesturing to her lingerie.

Bianca laughed. “I'm pretty sure I can figure it out.”

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It was a typical work night for the twins as they sat in the middle of Raja's living room floor; surrounded by contracts, designs, fabric swatches, head shots, empty food containers and several empty bottles of wine. Even though they no longer lived in the same apartment, the duo would still work together sometimes. Sutan had just hung up on Violet, the man gushing at his girlfriend with how proud he was after the article about her in Style Rookie.

“Urgh, do you have anymore wine?” "Of course.” Sutan smiled as he opened another bottle of wine for his sister to share with him. “So now that the wedding is coming up and fashion week not long after that," Sutan poured Raja a glass, topping it up all the way. "How is that going to work with your boss duties?”

Raja sighed, raising her arms over her head, hearing her joints pop as she stretched. "It'll be fine, just like old times at Galactica," she replied with a yawn while piling her hair in a messy bun. "I'll have some additional late nights until fashion week is over and all the paperwork that comes with it. Thankfully Raven, Jujubee and the wedding planner are taking care of everything on that front, so I don’t need to worry too much.” "That makes sense." Sutan said, popping the last piece of spicy fried fish into his mouth. "Awww, that was mine!" Raja whined, as she crossed her arms with a pout.

“You snooze you loose, sister dear.” Raja whined as she reached forward to flick her brother's nose, the brother and sister playfighting, the two almost missing the shadow in the room.

"And just where do you think you're going sweetheart?"

Both of them turned around to watch Raven walk through the living room. The tall Russian beauty wore a minidress and a fur that Raja hadn't seen Raven wear in years, and Raja knew exactly where Raven was going. What normal people called clubbing, drunk Raven referred to as peasant watching.

"I’m going out of course!" Raven said with a smirk as she turned to give them a full 360, before strutting over to where the drunk pair were sitting on the floor surrounded by work. "What are you two doing?" Raven asked as she came to stand in between the drunk twins; which prompted Sutan to start toying with her colorful shoes. “You're wearing ankle straps with tassels and pompoms," he said as he pulled at one. “Are you okay?”

"Is the world about to end?" Raja asked, a smile on her face as the twins teased Raven. "Will you two stop it," Raven said as she bent down to shoo their meddling hands away from her shoes. "Yes, they are ankle straps, but I'm wearing a mini dress so that's ok with me since it doesn't cut off my leg.” "Rave is weird," Raja muttered as she batted the tassel once more before pulling on it, undoing the shoe. "Rave and her weird ankle straps." "Raja stop that!" Raven squealed as she bent down to re-tie her shoe. "You’re so mean.” "But it's so much fun Princess!" Sutan said in a sing song voice

"Why are you two messing with me!” Raven stomped her foot and whining, even though both of the twins could see that Raven clearly loved the attention. "Because it's fun for us, and we like to see you pout." Sutan started with a smile. "You make this little face and cross you arms," he said as he copied the mannerisms he'd seen her do since the first time they met. "You're so cute when you pout," Raja continued, running her nails gently up Raven's leg, causing her to jump. "Your nose does this little thing and your your voice goes up 3 octaves." Sutan laughed, watching Raja scrunch her face up like Raven's, "and then she starts to pout and frown!" "You two are the worst," Raven said as she took a step back and out of their reach. "What time are you coming back?" Raja asked. "I'm not sure yet?" Raven said as she tapped her chin as if in deep thought, the twins watching her. "Sutan give me $100 because I'm beautiful," Raven said as she held her hand out to accept the money. "You're so demanding," Sutan groused as he leaned over to feel for his wallet, that managed to wedge itself under a couch cushion. "How much again?" He asked as he pulled out a small wad of cash, his habits from the early 2000’s still going strong. "I want $200 please." Raven asked with a small smile, Sutan already counting the money. "But I thought you said $100?" Raja commented, taking the last spicy chicken lumpia. "I did, but I upped it to $400 because I know he has it," Raven replied easily. "It's like she has laser vision or some shit," Sutan said, "Just for that, you're getting it all in $20 bill notes." He continued, counting out the paper notes. "Thanks TanTan and RaRa," Raven said as she bent down to gently caress his stubble with one hand, taking the money with another. "Thank you for the gift Sutan." Raven said. "I'll see you both later, have fun." Raven finished before she kissed them both softly on the cheek and walking out the condo. "You know you just became a human ATM right?" Raja said with a raised brow. "You and Raven are a match made in hell,"

“Toast to that.”

Sutan laughed, the twins continuing their drinking.

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