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Post by Pierre on Jun 20, 2022 21:00:15 GMT
Deep Rat, known sometimes by Izza Snitch, the being controlling the swarm by through esoteric means, nods the heads of all the little rats in response to Leon, “Nuffin’ wrong wif a term like parasite. Just a scientific fing, dat is. Some parasites is good, some is bad, but deys can be a pain, no doubt.” The rats gather at the bar, parched after a long dance. They look at one another, then to the personable bartending skeleton, “Wese’ll take free-ferty-foif of yer finest brews!” Bones scratched his skull pondering how best to tackle a problem like Izza "Don't tink I got that many glasses Izza but how bout this?" He got a bottle of fine wine from beneath the bar and two large serving bowls which he proceeded to fill. "This do ya's?" He stood up and wondered whether the rats all shared one constitution (in which case Izza would be drunk very quickly) or whether Izza had infinite drinking power as a result. Turning back to the couple at the bar, Bones spotted Leslie and immediately straightened up his spine and brushed his jacket down. "Pleasure to see ya Madam. Must do ya wonders having so many of the family round at once. Can I get you a drink?" he said doing his best to put on a politer air for the Lady of the House.
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Post by pancakes on Jun 20, 2022 21:02:30 GMT
Leo was still on the counter Leon put him down on. He let out an involuntary whimper as he was too high to jump down, lest he risk breaking his cute, tiny little legs which were unlike the legs of a normal Rottweiler.
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Post by Kachu on Jun 20, 2022 21:37:40 GMT
"...Yeah, you're right." Athena hangs her head and nods. "I'll keep up with my family more. We're not getting any younger, are we? Heh." Athena gives her grandmother a warm smile.
"I'm going to be in town for a while anyways, so I'll keep by and hang out. Should be fun, being home for a bit." Athena grins with her family, fiddling with the lollipop stick sticking out of her mouth.
Athena also picks Leo up gently and places him down on the floor, noting that the dog seemed distressed. "Who's this, anyways? One of Pop's puppies?"
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Post by Planetbox on Jun 20, 2022 21:53:16 GMT
At Leon's comment, she spoke up. "Ah yes, we're well aware of the rain cloud that comes whenever anyone tries to have a picnic. Aren't your dogs supposed to keep the riffraff out, father? Or are they all as harmless as that runt Leo?" If Leon shared any of his wife’s distrust for Mercy, he didn’t show it. He merely continuing speaking. “Of course, if said ‘parasites’ actually come in looking like riffraff,” Leon said. “But the most dangerous ones are more clever than that. We’re getting ahead of ourselves, though. Let’s save the serious talk for dinner.” He smiled as Leslie entered the room. “More or less. I had hoped for more information, but I suppose we both knew it wouldn’t have mattered. Sergio’s taking care of it now. Hopefully he can rejoin us soon…” He let out a sigh and glanced at Athena. “Yes, yes…thank you. Perhaps I’m getting irritable as of late. That’s uh…Leo, I think. Bit of a confusing name, admittedly. I donated him to some company or other for a cybernetic research project on domestic animals. You’re supposed to be able to hear his thoughts, but it seems to be broken. Or he’s just not an especially bright dog, hard to tell in new territory like this.”
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Post by pancakes on Jun 20, 2022 22:30:27 GMT
Leo began yelping, objecting to the idea that he wasn't a bright dog.
Leo skipped over to Athena and began sizing her up, unsure of whether or not she'd be a worthy foe in battle.
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Post by Bad Player on Jun 20, 2022 22:43:47 GMT
He dropped everything upon noticing Countess Elizabeth Arette Pistachio Charlemagne Natalia Marie Clementine Montague du Bois and approached her, giving a polite bow. "Ah, I'm glad you could make it, Countess Elizabeth Arette Pistachi Charlemagne, err...Natalia Clementine Montague DuBois," he spoke with a wide grin. "I hope everything is to your liking. Please, feel free to mingle. I'm sure everyone here knows of you." Countess Elizabeth Arette Pistachio Charlemagne Natalia Marie Clementine Montague du Bois responded with a curtsy, seeming to disregard the bit of stumbling on Countess Elizabeth Arette Pistachio Charlemagne Natalia Marie Clementine Montague du Bois' name. "Of course, the pleasure is Countess Elizabeth Arette Pistachio Charlemagne Natalia Marie Clementine Montague du Bois'. This is certainly not a party Countess Elizabeth Arette Pistachio Charlemagne Natalia Marie Clementine Montague du Bois would ever dream of missing." Countess Elizabeth Arette Pistachio Charlemagne Natalia Marie Clementine Montague du Bois kept the conversation brief, so as not to keep Leon from his family. Countess Elizabeth Arette Pistachio Charlemagne Natalia Marie Clementine Montague du Bois turned towards the bar. As Countess Elizabeth Arette Pistachio Charlemagne Natalia Marie Clementine Montague du Bois looked at the cans and bottles on display, Countess Elizabeth Arette Pistachio Charlemagne Natalia Marie Clementine Montague du Bois' frown only deepened as Countess Elizabeth Arette Pistachio Charlemagne Natalia Marie Clementine Montague du Bois' eyes darted from label to label. "Barkeep," Countess Elizabeth Arette Pistachio Charlemagne Natalia Marie Clementine Montague du Bois finally addressed Bones, "Countess Elizabeth Arette Pistachio Charlemagne Natalia Marie Clementine Montague du Bois will just have some sparkling water."
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Post by Slope on Jun 20, 2022 23:26:20 GMT
“More or less. I had hoped for more information, but I suppose we both knew it wouldn’t have mattered. Sergio’s taking care of it now. Hopefully he can rejoin us soon…” As if on cue, the door swung open in an explosive fashion. Given the door was one which slid open automatically, this was especially concerning. The door collided with the adjacent wall with a deafening metallic clang, and standing in the open archway where it once had been was a colossus of a man. The man's thinned and silvered hairline had receded to the crown of his head, but his face was covered with unkempt strands of hair that drooped far from his skin. Baggy, olive cargo pants adorned the man's legs, the fabric of which had been soaked by a dark, murky liquid which was dripping incessantly onto the floor. As this man stepped through the doorway, he seemed to be wiping a great deal of blood off his large, calloused hands with a ragged, old washcloth. "Sorry I'm late," Uncle Sergio apologized in a thick, indeterminate accent. He sighed. "Some patrolmen watching the highway nearby, made it difficult to dispose of, erm..." Sergio's voice trailed off as he seemed to struggle for the word he knew Leon would use - ah, yes! "...Vermin." Uncle Sergio balled up the blood-soaked washcloth in his hands and tossed it across the room at Bones. "That belongs to your bar now. Throw it in laundry with the rest of your dishrags. And if you would, a glass of milk." Sergio's requests were so stern and stalwart that they sounded much more like commands. Just a few years ago, Sergio thought that he may have been scalped for speaking with such conviction; but he believed that he had earned the respect of the present Lunetti family members with his loyalty and service. As Sergio began to remove the brown wool coat that was covering up his monstrous physique, he observed the damage done to the door. "...I will fix that, too."
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Post by Neotelenta on Jun 21, 2022 1:53:22 GMT
Meanwhile, as all of the commotion was going on, a blue-suited man stood quietly in the shadows, admiring his work from the previous day. The floor has been thoroughly scrubbed and given a flash-wax coating, providing the floor with a fantastic sheen. The bar had been fully sanitized, along with the seats and even the alcohol cabinets themselves. As the car crash occurred, a pop-up displayed in the top right of his right goggle lens, showcasing the remains, and scanning the residual debris. All of the usual components. Nothing that would cause degrading damage to the barrier. The fire was already being put out by the emergency systems. No risk of gas explosion. The street cleaners were already on their way. Good. Through the eyes of this janitor, much could be seen. The tiny pawprints of the rats, who were leaving behind traces of skin oils. The bacteria count of a drool droplet that Leo left on the floor. The incomplete handprints being left on glasses. The heat signatures of the running electronic devices and the people they were attached to. This was fine. Minor contaminants that were expected of a party. Perhaps not the sources, but certainly the end results. But of all the things Lancer saw, he saw that he had a spare moment of time. After watching all of the colorful guests arrive, most of them familiar to him, he could see that the fruits of his labors had paid off, and he could take a brief break. He takes out a banged up grey and yellow Tamagotchi toy and- As if on cue, the door swung open in an explosive fashion. Given the door was one which slid open automatically, this was especially concerning. The door collided with the adjacent wall with a deafening metallic clang, and standing in the open archway where it once had been was a colossus of a man. Lancer jumps a little bit and thankfully already had a good grip on the Tamagotchi before he shoves it in his pocket. Baggy, olive cargo pants adorned the man's legs, the fabric of which had been soaked by a dark, murky liquid which was dripping incessantly onto the floor. As this man stepped through the doorway, he seemed to be wiping a great deal of blood off his large, calloused hands with a ragged, old washcloth. After Lancer almost crushed the toy by accident from the surprise, Lancer's goggles had a LOT to say about that murky liquid and the blood. The words 'sanitary', 'clean', 'safe', and 'EHS-compliant' were not said once by the goggles, however. Uncle Sergio balled up the blood-soaked washcloth in his hands and tossed it across the room at Bones. "That belongs to your bar now. Throw it in laundry with the rest of your dishrags. And if you would, a glass of milk." Lancer would leave the washrag to Bones, but oh dear, everything else...Lancer picks up his mop that was laying against the wall next to him and flips open the top of the stick before pressing a button. The mop head pops off and begins scooting along the ground akin to an RC car. Anyone who may be looking in Lancer's direction would then note that his goggles were now glowing lightly as his eyes fully disappeared behind a first-person camera view of the mop head. Wordlessly, he directs the mop head with his free hand as it expertly navigates around the edge of the room and eventually over to where Sergio had entered from. With a near-silent whirring, the mop head absorbs one bloody puddle after another and eventually catches up to Sergio and follows him around patiently.
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Post by JaytheBluPirate on Jun 21, 2022 3:18:12 GMT
Kolton slowly steps away from his mother, trying to make his way back to the bar where his fiancée was waiting. He was hoping to be by Mercy's side... If his mother isn't looking, that is.
While slowing stepping away, the man heard his father mention something about saving the serious talk for dinner. Oh boy... Kolton had to wonder what the serious talk could be about.
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Post by Doctor Nanjo M.D. on Jun 21, 2022 4:31:55 GMT
The rats happily booze it up, "Now dis 'ere hits da spot. Fine wurk as always, mistuh Bones."
In all the years that Bones has known Deep Rat, he's never seen the rats all booze it up individually. It does indeed beg a lot of questions, but unfortunately those will not be answered today.
The tell-tale noise of rattling nanites ring out, and all the rats turn into a black sludge. The sludge pools at the foot of the bar and gives rise to a being of well-built rotundness: Uncle Pizza.
The being is a nearly 500 pound man clad in a big pizza apron. His facial expression is stony, "Dammit. I'm in a doomed timeline where there's no pizza! You morons, did you squander the last one I gave you?!" He starts hurrying around taking bits of everything in the room, including the calcium chews and the ice cream.
For some this is a normal occurrence, but to others this is a shocking sight indeed.
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Post by Panda on Jun 21, 2022 9:24:51 GMT
Mercy was connected enough to know about this, but could never quite get used to a giant pizza chef bursting into existence nearby, and she jumped when it happened. "...I suppose this is better than the rats," she conceded, drinking some more of the two cocktails through the straw. She idly watched as Lancer chased a cleaning drone after Sergio, cleaning up the Lunettis' messes as usual. "Credit where credit's due, this is certainly a lively party!" she noted.
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Post by Pierre on Jun 21, 2022 10:24:29 GMT
"Right away, your Excellency!"
The Countess (which it was most certainly ok to refer to her as, seeing as she was the only Countess in the room) was certainly something of an incredible figure in the city. Bones had heard tale of her just wandering into parties of every caliber, regardless of how well-known or guarded they were. Rumour had it she'd attended a surprise birthday party thrown at the workplace of a top-secret Corporate Spy, without an invitation of course. Bones mulled this over as he clicked back another digit of his finger and dispensed a refreshing spritz of sparkling water and he placed a decorative lime wedge on the edge of the glass before sliding it over to the Countess. Bones never really found a way to crack past the veneer of formality that the Countess held and was past the point of trying, it might be a crime to offend her or something, you never know.
Bones jaw dropped as he sidestepped the sopping rag. His bones hung weary, Sergio was exceptional at killing, especially good vibes. He turned to the bloody rag on the floor, while normally Bones' club provided a fine place for illegal activity, rarely did the Lunetti goons have the gall to actively involve him in their crimes. He'd volunteered to serve bar at Leon's party as a courtesy out of respect for his old friend, not to get involved in this kind of 'work'.
"Sergio...welcome to the party pal. One Milk...coming right up." He gave Leon a pleading look before turning back to the bloody washcloth on the floor which he popped into a small box for incineration later. A small wave of electricity ran across Bones' bones, gently sanitising and destroying any foreign material on his body before he poured Sergio his glass of milk and attached it to a small serving drone to send it over to him.
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Post by JaytheBluPirate on Jun 21, 2022 13:13:05 GMT
Thankfully, the pizza chef proved to be exactly what was needed to distract Kolton's mother, as the heir succeeded in making it back to his fiancée's side.
"Ehehehe, sorry about the wait, sweetheart." Kolton continues to drink from the two cocktails, along with Mercy. Whenever Kolton's straw was still in the drink, or he puts the straw back in after being tackled away from the lover's drink is up for debate.
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Post by Bad Player on Jun 21, 2022 13:25:42 GMT
"Right away, your Excellency!" The Countess (which it was most certainly ok to refer to her as, seeing as she was the only Countess in the room) was certainly something of an incredible figure in the city. Bones had heard tale of her just wandering into parties of every caliber, regardless of how well-known or guarded they were. Rumour had it she'd attended a surprise birthday party thrown at the workplace of a top-secret Corporate Spy, without an invitation of course. Bones mulled this over as he clicked back another digit of his finger and dispensed a refreshing spritz of sparkling water and he placed a decorative lime wedge on the edge of the glass before sliding it over to the Countess. Bones never really found a way to crack past the veneer of formality that the Countess held and was past the point of trying, it might be a crime to offend her or something, you never know. Countess Elizabeth Arette Pistachio Charlemagne Natalia Marie Clementine Montague du Bois made no motion to take the glass. "Excuse Countess Elizabeth Arette Pistachio Charlemagne Natalia Marie Clementine Montague du Bois, but Countess Elizabeth Arette Pistachio Charlemagne Natalia Marie Clementine Montague du Bois asked for a glass of sparkling water," Countess Elizabeth Arette Pistachio Charlemagne Natalia Marie Clementine Montague du Bois said with a patronizing undertone. "That means water with diamonds." (For the record, Countess Elizabeth Arette Pistachio Charlemagne Natalia Marie Clementine Montague du Bois is not "the" Countess. "Countess" is Countess Elizabeth Arette Pistachio Charlemagne Natalia Marie Clementine Montague du Bois' first name.)
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Post by Planetbox on Jun 21, 2022 15:34:52 GMT
“Ah, glad you could join us, Sergio! Thanks for your last-minute help there,” Leon said. “Now we’ve really got a party going! I better hope my heart can handle the excitement!”
Leon paid little attention to Bones’ pleasing look but did open the small box containing the washcloth and calmly burn it up by shooting a laser out of his electric eye. He then placed the box on the counter to be used as an ashtray, if necessary.
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Post by Collin1002 on Jun 21, 2022 16:05:37 GMT
"Sorry 'bout the wait!" A young man's voice called from the back. The doors to the kitchen flew open, and out walked a fairly handsome, tall, limber young man. He had tanned skin and a head of messy blonde hair, but perhaps the most striking part of his appearance were his violet eyes. If one looked closely enough as well, they could see faint green lines running through them, an evident sign of cybernetic implants. He wore a glove on his left hand, and a rather simple outfit -- a baggy red hoodie, jeans, and a pair of simple slip-on shoes.
"Leon, you'll be happy to know that dinner is juuust about ready. The rest of the cooks are wrapping everything up now. I think everyone's gonna be very pleased with it."
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Post by Planetbox on Jun 21, 2022 16:52:09 GMT
"Ah, excellent!" Leon shouted. "I can't wait to see what you've cooked up! No use waiting around then. I'll get the table ready."
Leon approached a panel on the back wall and pressed a few buttons, which made high-pitched, funny noises. Immediately the floor began to slide open, revealing a long wooden table below already set up for dinner. Anyone who happened to be standing in the wrong spot might find themselves stepping onto an empty plate.
Within a moment, the lounge has been transformed into a dining room. The disco ball in the ceiling was replaced with a fancy chandelier, and the group looked over nametags on the table to see where they would sit. Leon and Leslie were placed at the ends of the table, with most of the family gathered by Leslie's end. Seated in front of Leslie are Kolton and Mercy, with Lancer on Mercy's left. Across from him was a conspicuously empty seat, but then chairs continued as normal. Next was Countess and Izza, then Rob and Bones, and finally Mona and Sergio seated in front of Leon.
Athena sighed as she saw a small round table emerge from the floor near where Leslie was sitting. This was the Kid's Table, where Athena, Austin, and Leo would spend their meal. It featured a screen with fun arcade games, presumably to keep them entertained.
Leon eagerly took his seat at the end of the table.
"Alright, let's see what Aust and his team have cooked up today!"
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Post by honestiago on Jun 21, 2022 17:12:01 GMT
Broccoli Rob laughed out in pleasure, furniture coming out of the floor always got him excited, and incase anyone was wondering why he explained it, towards Bones, and maybe Izza, but if uncle pizza is still around he intentionally doesn't address the thing.
"Too many people die every year in furniture moving accidents. Leon has really revolutionized preventative personal safety!" and in a much lower voice, he does add "Unlike Mr. Pizza. purveyor of false vegetables."
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Post by JaytheBluPirate on Jun 21, 2022 17:19:55 GMT
Kolton was lucky enough to be standing in the right place, so he didn't end up standing on an empty plate. Then again, he knew where the dining table was since he is Leon's son.
He looks at the unfinished lover's drink, seemingly saddened by the fact that he and Mercy won't be able to do the kiss. Oh well, maybe next time.
"Sweetheart, it looks like it's time for dinner. Let's go find our seats. I'd certainly do not want to keep my old man waiting." Kolton explains to Mercy before making his way over to where they'll be sitting. He pulls out the chair reserved for his fiancée.
"After you, sweetheart." Kolton said as he waits patiently for his fiancée to join him.
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Post by pancakes on Jun 21, 2022 17:27:02 GMT
Leo leapt onto the table with his grubby but cute little paws, stomping around on the screen to choose a game. He looked at Athena inquisitively, seemingly offering her the chance to pick what they play.
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Post by Panda on Jun 21, 2022 17:30:51 GMT
Mercy's eyes followed Leon carefully as he walked to the panel, noting what buttons he was pressing. Seeing the command entered, she carefully moved her feet aside before the floor opened up. She then happily followed Kolton to their position at the table. "Thank you, cookie kiss," she said as he held her chair for her, sitting down. "Such a gentleman as always. The world would be a much better place if every man followed your example. You'll be such a good influence once you inherit the Lunetti name and everyone looks up to you."
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Post by Pierre on Jun 21, 2022 18:06:28 GMT
"'Ey about time you got here, Aust! Been dyin' over here doin all the work!" he said sliding a "Sparkling Water" over to Countess Elizabeth Arette Pistachio Charlemagne Natalia Marie Clementine Montague du Bois, with freshly fitted diamonds that Bones had painstakingly carved from ice cubes as a substitute.
Bones stepped out from behind the bar, he could control most drink orders via a drone device anyway so the time was ripe for him to kick back a little as he settled in beside Broccoli Rob. "Well you'd be the one to know right big guy? You got the build of someone who's moved a chair or two in his time eh?" he clapped a bony hand on Rob's impeccable biceps as he took his seat "But lay off Izza, he's got a good heart...well maybe not a good heart MEDICALLY, but he likes what he likes eh? Takes all bodies to make this world go 'round y'know what ah'm sayin?"
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Post by JaytheBluPirate on Jun 21, 2022 18:07:36 GMT
"Aww, shucks!" Kolton replied as he gently pushes Mercy's chair in. He then pulls his chair out, sat in it and then scooted his chair into place, officially taking his place at the table.
"Treating you properly is one of my responsibilities as an adult man. After all, you're my precious butterfly." The heir smiles warmly at his fiancée. "And like you said, if every man saw how I properly treated you, then they'd wonder what they did wrong and start treating their ladies the right way. It'd make the world a better place."
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Post by Doctor Nanjo M.D. on Jun 21, 2022 19:33:49 GMT
"But lay off Izza, he's got a good heart...well maybe not a good heart MEDICALLY, but he likes what he likes eh? Takes all bodies to make this world go 'round y'know what ah'm sayin?" Uncle Pizza's honed senses pick up on this conversation happening between Rob and Bones from across the room as he rummages through the trash for ingredients. He pops out of the trash, his entire arm stuck in what can only be described as a trap designed very specifically for nosy Pizza Chefs. Since Uncle Pizza was somewhat of a rogue agent, traps were necessary to restrict his machinations. "Pizza's a vegetable!" He thunders. "I can't believe you future folks are this ignorant! I may have a stopped heart, but I'll never die!" Thankfully, before Uncle Pizza gets back into one of his very personal arguments about the fate of mankind, the trap administers an electric shock bursting him back into nanites. Twenty seconds later, and a rat crawls up onto Izza's dinner plate, looking expectant for dinner.
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Post by Kachu on Jun 21, 2022 20:06:49 GMT
Leo leapt onto the table with his grubby but cute little paws, stomping around on the screen to choose a game. He looked at Athena inquisitively, seemingly offering her the chance to pick what they play. Athena observes Leo diligently. He's too cute to ignore. She doesn't even seem to care there's a dog on the table. Or that despite being well past childhood, she was still told to sit at a "Kids table.' "Hmm yes, you could play, couldn't you? How are you with fighting games?" Athena pauses and waits for a response, knowing that her grandfather said this dog should be able to communicate. But then she remembers that this dog is dumb, or the collar is broken. Or both. "Ah, nevermind that. Let's just do something easy." Athena smiles and fiddles around with the console, looking to put up some Kart racing game.
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Post by pancakes on Jun 21, 2022 20:33:50 GMT
Leo couldn't hold in his excitement at beating a filthy human in any sort of competition.
He grabbed a controller nearby that was conveniently lying around, completely ignoring his dinner in the spirit of owning an inferior being. It was unknown how the dog would utilize the controls to begin with, but it seemed like he was raring to go. He looked at Athena with beaming eyes, ready to begin.
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Post by Rosa on Jun 21, 2022 20:52:27 GMT
Leslie stayed back as the room transformed, clearly having expected this. As she took her seat though, she appeared a bit irritated, perhaps because she had to bear hearing Kolton and Mercy's lovey dovey talk right in front of her. "Kolty, dear, please", she urged. "There's no need to be like this in public. You wouldn't want people to get the wrong idea about the family, right?" This was very obviously an excuse for her disdain towards the way they conversed disguised as motherly concern, but this didn't stop her. "Anyway, tell me how you've been recently! All is good on your end, I suppose? Are you managing that... apartment as well as a Lunetti man would?"
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Post by dootdoot on Jun 21, 2022 21:23:28 GMT
Mona made a big show of stepping back from the table right as it rose up, smoothly sitting down at their designated seat. Evidently, they still expected to be served. "Ho, it never gets old seeing it do that. Could you imagine where we would be without this kind of technology? Hauling out a dinner table every time you want to eat, and then having to put it away afterwards? Like cavemen? Ha!"
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Post by JaytheBluPirate on Jun 21, 2022 22:04:11 GMT
"Mom, I don't get why you had to make such a big fuss about me being lovey-dovey over my Mercy." Kolton gave a dismissive wave of one hand, obviously a little annoyed at his mother. "Also, I think you meant the somewhat decent apartment complex building as I work there as a receptionist at the front desk. It sure beats not having a job at all, huh?"
"Plus, I get to make some extra money on the side! I throw in a little extra charge in addition to helping them with leasing out an apartment, all that work that a receptionist has to deal with. The extra charge being that they'll have to pay me if they didn't want me to stick the goons onto their sorry asses. They paid me each month. Think of it as protection money, if you will." The man laughed as he drummed his fingers on the table. "And my manager couldn't do a damn thing as they knew what the Lunetti family was well-known for and valued their own life. It all works out well, if I say so myself."
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Post by Panda on Jun 21, 2022 22:19:02 GMT
Mercy grimaced in disgust as a rat took the table, glad her brother was in between it and her.
She beamed at Kolton as he explained his scheme. "See, isn't my sugarplum just the best entrepreneur? You can't blame me for falling so madly in love with him," Mercy said to Leslie, resting her chin in her hands, elbows on the table.
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