#juliet and juliet in hell

[emira-addams]

Hazbin Hotel - Odette x Velvette - Juliet and Juliet in Hell

Chapter 04: Smoke and Sinful Sushi

Leaning back casually, Velvette sat on a rundown brick wall, legs folded over, and basked in the red radiance of the horizon. She was wearing a pair of oversized sunglasses which she had snatched in passing from one of the many booths for tourists, all hell-born who visited the capital of hell for fun.

Next to her, Odette sat cross-legged on the wall. Between them lay a tattered plastic tray of supermarket sushi from the refrigerated section, the more or less fresh fish formerly a loan shark. Odette poked very skeptically at the sinful snack with her chopsticks. "The shark tastes awful!" Odette retched after shoving a single maki roll into her mouth. She felt her appetite dwindle away after just one bite. "I bet Auntie Rosie has the flawless recipe for loan shark... I'll ask her as soon as I get home. That stuff from the supermarket is seriously inedible..."

"I take it that the sushi is no match for Rosie's cooking skills?" Odette shook her head and Velvette laughed out loud. "Can I try a sip of your coffee?" she asked, pointing to the drink in Odette's hand.

"Please..." Odette held the straw up to Velvette. "The coffee's too sweet for me anyway. Not my taste…"

Velvette sipped Odette's frappuccino. Sweet blended with bitter and the cold cream made the hot coffee taste insanely pleasant before both melted and merged on her tongue. "Does this direct swapping of spit count as an indirect kiss?" Velvette raised her eyebrows flirtatiously and gave Odette a challenging look as Odette completely abandoned her frappuccino to Velvette's hungry craving for sugar, who immediately devoured the cold coffee and caffeine with relish. "Do you know anything about what's up between your mother and Rosie?"

Odette answered her question with a surprised arch of her brows. "There's something between my mother and Auntie Rosie?" she responded in all seriousness. "Do you suspect there's something romantic between them?"

"I was quite sure we were sitting in the same meeting just hours ago..." Velvette smacked her forehead with the flat of her hand. "No, I think they're just roommates, really good friends or something..."

Annoyed, Odette rolled her eyes. "You're pretty mean, Velvette..."

"Thank you!" Velvette laughed louder, her voice sounding heavy and laced with cigarette smoke. She pulled a half-filled pack of cigarettes from the inside pocket of her beloved vest. Smoking had become a bad habit of hers during her lifetime. She took one of the seemingly harmless looking things out of the flat package. Sighing, she pushed it between her intense black lips and without having to say another word to Odette, she held out the flat of her hand. Odette gave her a lighter. Velvette carefully protected the sensitive flame from the wind with her hand and easily got the end to glow before handing the lighter back to Odette and taking a deep, satisfying drag from her cigarette.

Odette scrunched up her nose. "If my mother smells the cigarette smoke on my clothes and in my hair, she'll absolutely know I've been out with you." With mock disgust and a deprecating grimace, she quickly pulled the hem of her top over the tip of her nose to at least get some roughly filtered air to breathe. "She says you're a bad influence..."

"Me and a bad influence?" gasped Velvette feigning. "I'm not a bad influence..." she pouted and offered Odette her cigarette. "Luckily parents aren't always right," she smirked as Odette took the glowing cigarette from Velvette's hand, took a single drag and nodded in affirmation. She exhaled the warm smoke and passed Velvette her cigarette back.

"Sometimes I can't stand the obnoxious smell of cigarette smoke at all..." said Odette. She caught Velvette's gaze and met it back, a slight smile curling on her lips. She shook her head in amazement and tried to banish a thought. "If my mother knew that I was sitting on this wall right now with you, the Velvette of the Three Vees, eating cheap sushi, she would crucify me..." she whispered. "But I think you might be worth it."

"Don't worry... I know a very simple solution to this problem. A rope, some bin bags, a shovel and a deep hole in the garden," Velvette joked. Velvette wailed in agony as Odette jabbed her elbow between her ribs without a single scrap of mercy. "Pretty and intelligent girls fall under bad influences and indulge in physical violence against their innocent fellow beings... This hellish society is truly cursed..."

"Drama queen!" Odette crooned.

Velvette indicated a bow and took a last long drag from her cigarette, which she held piqued between two fingertips. She held the biting, burning smoke in her lungs for a brief moment before exhaling. She savored the taste of tobacco and cream in her mouth as she finished the last remnants of Odette's frappuccino and then stubbed out the stale cigarette butt on the rough bricks.

"Are we going to catch something edible?" Velvette held out her hand to Odette.

Odette casted a skeptical sideways glance at the untouched remains of the sushi. "You pay!" she announced and took Velvette's hand. She followed her and intertwined their fingers.

As they passed a trash can, Velvette disposed of her pack of cigarettes, unnoticed by Odette.

"Which color do you like better?" Velvette held out the back of her painted hand to Odette. She presented her with the different colors of lipstick she had picked up in the department for all kinds of make-up utensils in a small drugstore, the two of them were stuck standing in front of the shelves. Velvette still held the labeled testers in her other hand while she looked at Odette expectantly and waited for her honest opinion.

Odette frowned questioningly. "You already wear similar shades of red in your clothes, they clash, and does the pink have to be with glitter? Too much glitter looks really cheap..."

"Never mind..." Velvette grumbled, slightly offended, and wiped the stains off the back of her hand with a tissue. "What do you think about this black?" She pulled another lipstick from one of the many colorful compartments. She twisted it open and held it next to her face to check it out.

Odette took a step back and carefully checked Velvette out from top to bottom while she considered and then nodded resolutely. An awe-struck smile graced her lips. "Drop dead gorgeous! Uhm... I mean, that color would look fantastic on you!"

"Thanks!" Velvette smirked and put all the testers back before grabbing a foil-wrapped lipstick in the right color.

"Everything all right?" asked Velvette curiously as she spread their purchases out on the checkout conveyor belt, black lipstick for Velvette and chocolate cookies for Odette. In her mind, Velvette made a mental note that these delicious delights were Odette's favorite.

Silently, Odette stared at her phone screen, many missed calls and message after message from her worried mother lit up. "What did you say?" Confused, she shifted her gaze to Velvette. A guilty conscience was written all over her face, it marred it.

"Uhm... I asked you a question," Velvette tried to repeat. "Do you think the glue under the stickers on the apples in the supermarket has different tastes?" Velvette searched in her pockets for money. She handed the crumpled bills to the cashier, who wrapped their purchases in a plastic bag.

"I don't know..." Odette shrugged her shoulders as Velvette grabbed the plastic bag and held the swinging door open for her. "You need to try it out?" They left the store.

Between the tall buildings and cold facades, the shadows grew in the fading light. The first streetlights switched on.

"What do you want to do next?" Velvette wanted to know.

Odette glanced back at the screen of her phone, worried. "I think I have to go home..." she huffed. Insecurely, she adjusted the glasses on the tip of her nose.

"Oh..." Flustered, Velvette scratched the back of her head. She saw Carmilla Carmine's name flash up again and again. "Would you like me to walk you home?" Suddenly, Odette pulled Velvette by her hand into the nearest alley. She felt the rough surface of the bricks dig into her back as Odette gently pushed her against the wall. She felt her breath on her skin, the warmth of her hands traveling over her body, and again Velvette lost herself hopelessly in the deep crimson of her eyes.

"By Lucifer... Could you fucking stop gawking so fucking romantically at me all the fucking time?" breathed Odette, usually she never sweared so much. She carefully took the plastic bag from her sweaty hands, poured the contents down at her feet and draped it over Velvette's head.

"What are you-"

Odette cut off her sentence, instead she closed her eyes and cupped Velvettes cheeks. Softly, she placed her lips on hers and kissed her delicately through the plastic of the bag. Taken a bit by surprise, Velvette quickly returned the kiss, her heart hammering in her chest and the blood rushing in her ears.

Odette broke away from her lips. "I-I'm sorry..." she murmured, her voice a faltering whisper. She hesitated and shook her head. "I can't really kiss you yet..." Odette suddenly whisked a pen out of her pocket. She pulled off the cap and wrote her number on the back of Velvette's hand. "I have to go home, but when we meet again, you'll get a real kiss," she promised. "Thank you, Velvette... The day was really lovely."

Odette sent her a parting smile, but then she had quickly disappeared from the alley and Velvette's field of vision.

Lost in thought, Velvette waved to her, struggling to sort out her scattered mind. "Okay..." mumbled Velvette. Speechless, she stared at the combination of numbers on the back of her hand. Her heart was still hammering like crazy in her chest.

Chapter 05:

[angeloftuesdayy]

𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯 𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰

[salembehindbars]

Rest in Peace to Olivia Hussey🕊️.

[harbingerofsoup]

btw psych is still the best network television show to ever air, no has ever done it like them and i doubt anyone ever will

[davinaclare]

ELIZABETH MITCHELL as JULIET BURKE in LOST (SEASON THREE)

[jeante13]

Rest in peace angel ♡

[petitefragiledoll]

[bewitchined]

there's things I wanna say to you but I'll just let you live

[emira-addams]

Hazbin Hotel - Odette x Velvette - Juliet and Juliet in Hell

Chapter 07: Duette

Slowly, Velvette opened her eyes and turned over onto her other side with a yawn as the light from the blood-red horizon shone warmly through the window pane of the balcony door, blinding her. Velvette blinked drowsily; the pleasant light had woken her up and she lolled contentedly in the soft bed.

A light breeze blew in through the open balcony door. The mild breeze tingled Velvette's face and for a moment she forgot that she was in Hell, her world seemed perfect.

Velvette sat up, stretched her arms and took a sneaky look at Odette, her body buried under the rumpled blankets right next to her. Odette's chest rose and fell gently with the rhythm of even breaths as she slept soundly.

"You really have no idea how awfully adorable you are..." Velvette whispered, watching the sleeping beauty. She cautiously brushed the tousled curls from her face before placing a lingering kiss on her forehead. Her hand carefully pulled the blankets aside and Velvette couldn't help but grin with pride as she looked smugly at the many red marks, all hickeys, that adorned Odette's neck and collarbone.

"A very good morning to you too, my beloved Velvette..." mumbled Odette sleepily as she began to stir and slowly opened her eyes.

Velvette glanced at the face of the alarm clock on the bedside table. "Actually, it's already late afternoon," she chuckled. "We've almost completely slept through the day," she whispered complacently and threw herself onto Odette to crawl back under the covers and snuggle up to her.

"It's no big deal," Odette claimed as she gave Velvette a loving kiss on her lips, her own sweet lips curled into an exuberant smile.

"You do realize that your mother will probably be pissed that you haven't been out of your room all day, she could get suspicious," Velvette pointed out as they pulled away from each other again. "I really don't want you to get into any more trouble with your mother because of me..." Her expression became unusually serious and her brows began to furrow, but Odette put on a feigned pout instead.

"My mother is of no importance in this moment," Odette whispered seductively. She wrapped her arms around Velvette's neck, pulled her even closer and silenced her with another deep kiss, which made Velvette's poor heart explode with excitement and send it soaring through the roof.

"Odette?" Suddenly Velvette averted her gaze, uncertain, it fled across the room and tried in vain to throw itself off the balcony. "M-May I ask you a question?" The words trembled on the tip of Velvette's tongue, she swallowed heavily and exhaled.

"Yes, what is Velvette?" Odette wanted to know brightly. "Is everything all right?" She looked at her skeptically.

A blush crept deep into Velvette's cheeks as she looked Odette in the eyes and lost herself in her worried expression. "Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

"Yes, of course! I'd be completely crazy if I didn't want to be," Odette replied excitedly. "I thought you'd never ask me that fucking question!" She cupped Velvette's cheeks and decorated her surprised face with peck after peck until she finally placed her lips on Velvette's and kissed her tenderly.

Velvette deepened Odette's kiss ravenously. "Damn..." Velvette panted, completely out of breath, as they broke away from each other again. "Last night had definitely been the best sex of my entire life on Earth and in Hell," she enthused. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds in the light and her lips stretched into a broad grin, while this time Odette's face flushed and she shyly averted her gaze.

"Do you really have to express it so bluntly?" Embarrassed, Odette tried to hide under the blankets.

"How should I, to fulfill my girlfriend's wish straight away, express instead that she's so fucking hot and so fucking amazing in bed?" whispered Velvette. The atmosphere was enamoring and except for that moment, everything else in all of Hell seemed insignificant and irrelevant.

"You're really unbearable..." Odette silenced Velvette again with a French kiss while her hands tenderly traced the perfect contours of Velvette's body and the scenes of the previous night played before her mind's eye. A shiver of arousal ran down her spine, her hands sneaking innocently beneath the blankets and to Velvette's-

Suddenly Odette's phone rang.

The shrill tone interrupted them so insolently and full of mockery. Sighing in disappointment, Odette let go of Velvette's body and leaned over to her bedside table, her fingertips fishing impatiently for the annoying thing and she stared at the screen in frustration.

"Who's bothering us?" Velvette wanted to know impatiently as her fine fingertips darted boldly across Odette's naked chest, teasing her with ghosting touches.

"M-My mother...," Odette murmured. She blinked and looked worriedly at the name flashing intrusively on the screen. "I have no idea what she wants from me. We haven't spoken to each other for days..." Her eyes reflected her fear and panic as she looked to Velvette for help.

Velvette shrugged her shoulders. "Press her away..." she instructed her girlfriend, "Your mother is a problem to be dealt with later."

Odette nodded silently, then quickly pressed the red receiver and the call was blocked. The annoying ringing stopped abruptly and before she could turn her attention back to Velvette, Odette switched her cell phone off completely as a precaution.

Her girlfriend looked at her very accusingly. "Now your mother has ruined our moment..." she pouted.

"I'm sorry!" whined Odette. She crawled under the blankets, snuggled up to Velvette and buried her face in her shoulder, while Velvette swore that her heart was melting in that moment.

"You've already been forgiven," Velvette chuckled and snaked her arms around Odette again. She expertly turned Odette onto her back and pinned her girlfriend beneath her. "Still, you have to make it up to me."

"Oh, do I have to, Velvette?" Odette wanted to know with a smug smirk on her lips.

Velvette liked it very much whenever Odette spoke her name in this particular way. It sounded so lovely when it escaped her lips so smoothly or when she screamed it without a care in the world, like last night, so that Velvette was convinced that the rest of her family and the surrounding neighborhood had been more or less made aware of her visit.

"Yes, please!" A silly smile sneaked onto Velvette's lips.

The rest of the afternoon passed, but neither Odette nor Velvette wanted to leave the wonderful warmth of the bed.

Odette lay face down under the blankets. Eyes closed, she dozed in the glow of the evening light, humming some unspecific tune, while mesmerized Velvette's smooth fingertips traced the keen contours of her back and massaged her shoulders.

Velvette seemed completely absorbed by her beauty and her voice. She paused, her soft fingertips stopping their caressing circles, hovering in awe over the slowly fading red marks on Odette's otherwise flawless skin. She sighed with contentment and brushed them gently.

"You're so quiet..." Odette observed. "Is something bothering you?" she wanted to know warily, after they had just been lying there silently for a while without exchanging any words. "What are you thinking about?"

Velvette sincerely smiled at her. "At the moment I'm not thinking about anything at all, I'm just silently admiring your stunning beauty," she confessed, lovingly stroking her hand over and over again over the many new vibrant hickeys that had been added this afternoon to those from the night. Velvette just couldn't take her eyes off Odette. "You are just so stunning that your beauty leaves me literally speechless," Velvette gushed giddily. "You are God's greatest work of art." She kissed Odette affectionately between the shoulder blades. When her lips touched her soft skin, an aroused shiver ran down Odette's spine and she got goose bumps. "Hm... Do you like it that so much?" Velvette teased with satisfaction.

Odette moaned as her girlfriend's lips began to kiss their way further down her back. "And yet you are the real artist who creates masterpiece after masterpiece," Odette added flirtatiously, continuing to enjoy Velvette's affection with her eyes closed. "I really admire your skill."

Odette was referring to the many designs for dresses. Velvette had shown her earlier all the photos and notes on her phone that were intended for her future collections. In addition, Velvette had confided to Odette that she loved it when she could just lie on her bed and draw in her free time, completely uninterrupted by the other two Vees and the rest of Hell.

Absent with her thoughts, Velvette, still completely captivated by Odette's beauty, was drawing an invisible rose on her girlfriend's back with gentle fingertips when she suddenly felt a flash of inspiration and leapt excitedly from the mattress. Velvette had remembered that red roses were Odette's favorite flowers.

"Wait? What?" Odette startled in confusion. "What happened?" she wanted to know, distraught, as she was rudely torn from her semi-sleep.

Velvette wordlessly rushed out of the bed and hastily crossed the room to Odette's desk. She rummaged through a drawer, a few seconds later she found the object of her desire and proudly jumped back onto the bed with an unopened pack of permanent markers in her hands. A crazy grin graced Velvette's lips. "I have an absolutely stupid idea, but I'm sure you'll love it too!" Velvette announced proudly.

Very skeptical, Odette looked up to her girlfriend.

"You just have to lie here and trust me," smirked Velvette as she took a black pen out of the box and pulled off the cap. She didn't have to try any further to persuade Odette and convince her of her crazy idea. Her girlfriend immediately volunteered, knowing full well that Velvette would otherwise beg and whine until she gave in.

Velvette sat perched on Odette's lower back. She was half lying on top of her while she carefully tried to paint the outline of a rose petal on her girlfriend's back with fine strokes of the marker. Odette jerked several times and Velvette almost messed up with the soft tip and spread the ink incorrectly.

"Odette... Stop squirming so fucking much..." Velvette warned, chewing her lower lip in deep concentration.

"I'm really sorry!" laughed Odette when her girlfriend was forced to interrupt her painting for a moment. "You should know how ticklish I am by now."

Velvette rolled her eyes. "I'll never finish like this!" she complained, pushing Odette deeper into the mattress to prevent her from ruining her masterpiece with her squirming. "You just have to stay like that for a few more minutes and then I'll be done." She tried to concentrate again to finish painting the flower blossom neatly and properly. "Done!" Velvette announced proudly. She quickly gathered up the scattered markers before getting off of Odette and allowing her girlfriend to move freely again. "But you'd better wait a few more minutes until all the colors are completely dry," she remarked as Odette sat up and wanted to rush to the mirror.

"You are really mean sometimes..." Odette pulled a pout and looked at her girlfriend pleadingly. "I want to see it now!" she protested impatiently.

"And you are really childish sometimes." Velvette's hands ran gently through her blonde hair. "Just be a little more patient, then you can take all the time you need to look at the combination of two masterpieces," she grinned and was about to give her girlfriend a quick kiss when Odette skillfully avoided her lips and pounced on Velvette instead.

"Hey, what are you doing?" she exclaimed.

Odette was quite a bit taller than her and she finally had to give in to her hopelessly as Odette easily fixed her arms above her head and sat on her hips, Velvette unable to move. She grabbed the red marker from the bedside table and smiled mischievously at Velvette as an unspeakably devilish grin crossed her lips. "Now it's my turn to use your body as a canvas. Which part of your body can I decorate first?" she asked wickedly, freeing the marker from its cap before she bent over the defenceless Velvette, confident of her victory.

A short time later, many little red hearts adorned her collarbone, while Velvette stood next to Odette with a huge smile on her face.

Odette turned several times in front of the large mirror in her room and gazed in fascination at the work of art on her naked torso. The self-drawn rose vine adorned almost her entire left side. It ran in its magnificent splendor from her shoulder down to her lower back. Thorns mingled with wide-open flowers that glowed a deep shade of red, while individual petals were carried away by an invisible wind. The wind carried the petals a little way until they finally turned into small butterflies, which flapped their wings excitedly. One of the butterflies got lost on Odette's upper arm.

"Do you like it?" asked Velvette. Her girlfriend beamed at her enthusiastically.

"I love it! It's really beautiful!" Odette praised her.

"How about..." Velvette thought aloud. "What if I design you a matching dress with the same pattern?"

Odette's eyes began to light up. "Really?"

"Of course!" Velvette nodded. "Wait a moment," she said and fished her phone from under the bed. "Let me take a picture of you for posterity."

Odette posed for her girlfriend and Velvette quickly pressed the button again and again to take several photos in a row. "For posterity, my ass, we're in Hell, they're all just for you," she said, pulling Velvette towards her.

"I don't know what you mean," Velvette giggled as Odette began to decorate her whole face with little kisses. "But I'm sure they'll be very helpful if I start missing you." Odette's face flushed. "You really are too cute when you blush."

Odette wrapped her arms around Velvette's neck and pulled her even closer, leaning down to whisper softly in her ear. "I love you, Velvette," she said affectionately, biting her earlobe gently.

"I love you too," Velvette replied as she stifled a moan of pleasure and gently pressed her lips to Odette's, kissing her passionately.

Velvette waited until Odette had fallen asleep and the all noises in the rest of the house had died down, before she gave her girlfriend a quick goodnight kiss on her forehead and slipped carefully through the narrow crack of her bedroom door and into the dark hallway. She closed the door behind her. Quietly, in the pale light that fell through the high windows, Velvette crept through the darkness of the house towards the staircase landing.

"Good evening, Velvette!" a voice suddenly spoke. "Where are you going? Can I perhaps help you?"

Startled, Velvette flinched. She quickly stifled her shriek in her palm, her heart almost jumped out of her chest. "Good evening, Rosie..." Velvette replied, a little overwhelmed by her greeting and the appearance of the cannibal in her pyjamas in front of her. "I was on my way to the front door... I wanted to go home..."

Rosie hid a yawn behind her hand. "Can I take the short walk with you? At this hour the front door is alarmed, without a password you'd set off the security system when you try to leave the house and wake everyone up."

"Oh... Okay..." An awkward silence threatened to suffocate them as Rosie escorted Velvette down the stairs and to the front door. Awkwardly, Velvette cleared her throat. "So… Uhm… Why are you up so late?" she asked kindly to break the silence.

Rosie sighed sadly. "Carmilla hasn't come home yet and I'm just having trouble finding sleep in her absence..." She deactivated the alarm, but before Velvette could disappear through the front door and into the night, the cannibal held her back by her arm. "I'm sorry..." she apologized, and Velvette blinked in confusion. "I'm really trying my best to convince Carmilla. I know Carmilla can be very stubborn and I know Odette really likes you. Just don't give up on her too quickly, will you?"

"Yes... Thank you, Rosie..." Velvette thanked her politely.

Suddenly Rosie's face became very serious, her smile had disappeared now. In the poor light, her grimace appeared almost dangerous. "I promise you that if you do have any ill intentions towards Odette, you'll regret them very quickly," Rosie growled lowly. "If I find out that you're playing with Odette or that you're intentionally trying to hurt the daughter of my Milly, I promise you that I will personally ensure that you will end up as an unidentifiable meal on my dear friend Alastor's plate..."

Velvette swallowed heavily as Rosie let go of her and quickly pulled her arm towards her. The cannibal's hands were cold, yet the feel of her grip burned against her skin. Velvette looked Rosie straight into the soulless and infinite abysses of her black eye sockets. "I-I... I would truly never hurt Odette on purpose..." Velvette replied, her voice trembling. "It's not my intention to hurt Odette..."

"Good!" The sharp smile returned to Rosie's lips. "Sleep well, Velvette!"

"Good night, Rosie!" Velvette bid the cannibal farewell and followed the cobbled path with quick steps to the iron gate in front of the driveway. As she left the property, she ran into Carmilla. The arms dealer looked at her in surprise, she seemed very exhausted and had dark circles under her eyes, she had probably spent the whole day and half the night working.

"Velvette? What are you doing here at this hour and-"

"Sorry, I fucked your daughter..." Velvette exclaimed and before Carmilla could really process her words, she had disappeared into the darkness.

"Velvette!"

Interlude:

[prxincesxo]

okay wait i’m cooking ^^!

[ultraviolencebitch76]

[taweretsdagger]

the "LOST quadrangle?" yes, i am familiar with the concept, assuming you mean juliet burke's four (4) attempts to escape the island, each of which is botched by one of the show's four (4) main heroes/villains (benjamin linus, john locke, james "sawyer" ford, and jack shepard).

[phantombegruvia]

SFTH MURDER MYSTERY - PART 4 [Ethel POV]

part 3 << part 4 >> part 5 MASTERPOST

*CW for description of blood and gore.. and Ethel.

[WAYNE MANOR DRAWING ROOM - 17:09]

Brriiingg

The old woman who is probably fine with being called old steps forward - but Ethel takes swift, long strides across the large room, and picks up the phone in one quick swoop.

She was about to answer, but the person on the other end of the phone was somehow faster than she was.

“Hellllllooooo, Brucie!” The man's voice was enthusiastic, with some sort of accent.

She knew the voice. She had met him before, several times. She knew him. Knew him. Knew him. Knew him. Ethel was hungry. She was craving-

“Beetroots!” She shouted into the phone.

“Ah! A fan,” the man on the other phone said, “but not Brucie, can you put him on?”

“You owe me £10.”

The man fell silent for a moment, “who is this?”

“Who is this?” She repeated the man's words.

“Nu uh, I asked you first.”

“Did you?” She asked, because did he?

“Ooh,” the man began, “I don't like you.”

“You owe me £10,” Ethel could do with the money, she could do.. something with it. She turned around and found eleven other ‘people’ (they may not be, not everybody is a person). Where did they come from? They weren't always there, were they?

The old-ish man in glasses mouthed something about margaritas to her. She didn't think this was neither the time nor place because people are dying - or just sleeping. Probably just sleeping. Snoring away like-

“Can you get Bruce Wayne, please?” The man sounded annoyed and desperate, which is certainly not a good tone for him. He can't host with that sort of attitude can he?

“What do you need him for?”

The man coughed, “personal.. matters.”

“Ethel, What's going on?” the old woman called from the other side of the room.

“André Beetroot wants to have sex with Bruce Wayne,” Ethel said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, because it was.

“Wait,” the small man who was dressed for cold weather tilted his head ever so slightly, “André Beetroot?”

“Who's that?” Ethel asked.

The small cold man looked taken aback, for reasons she didn't understand, “but you just said-”

“He owes me £20.”

The man on the phone scoffed, “what? But you said £10! Why do I even owe you money? I don't even know who you are!”

“You said I couldn't sink the Titanic, we bet on it.”

“We- you did what?”

“Ate a squirrel.”

“No, no, not-” there was a sigh, “Wait I go on the Titanic? Did you just spoil that for me? I swear if you spoiled that for me-”

“You were, I was there, I saw you, I was there. You were there to host an ice carving competition.”

“An.. ice carving competition on the.. Titanic?”

“You owe me £30.”

“Okay, shut up. Put Bruce on the phone.”

“Can't.”

“Can't?”

“He's resting his eyes,” Ethel shrugged, the other eleven (when did they get there?) looked at her with pride. Definitely pride.

“Can you wake-”

“Nope.”

“Right, why not?”

“You owe me £40.”

The man made a grunt of annoyance, “listen, lady, I'm on a time crunch here and it would be really appreciated if-”

The lights went out, and the man stopped talking.

“Hello?” She called into the phone, “helllloooooo? I'm still listening, helloooooooo.”

“What's happening?” Another voice said, a woman's voice, “is everybody okay?”

“The man's stopped responding, he owed me £20,” Ethel pouted in the dark.

And, not a moment later, the lights came back on without warning. It didn't take Ethel long to notice that one of the old-timey women had laid herself down on one of the velvet sofas, the one without a back. Her white blanket-thing she wore as a dress had been stained red, the red coming from her chest where a broken wine glass had embedded itself - how clumsy.

Ethel tutted as she realised she had probably choked on the grapes in her mouth, what a waste. She walked over to the old-timey woman and plucked a grape from the stem and popped it in her mouth.

[jeante13]

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

[quinntessence]

GUESS WHO'S BACK ON THE BENCUTIO GRIND.

[dreamie-dolli]

𝜗୧ please someone want me 𝜗୧