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Zephyr arched a brow. Delectable creature...? That was a new one. She was so used to bitch and other interesting names, it shocked her for a second before she returned back to her laid-back composure. Weird how it came from a girl though. Did red-head swing that way...? She rolled her eyes as Mr. Dream Male continued to flirt with her, but she noticed that he took a bigger interest in red-head. She turned away from them unnoticed. And that was when life became about twenty times worse.

"What. The. Hell."

Zephyr didn't even bother turning. She knew that voice. What a horrible way to start off her day. She glanced at Damien through the corner of her eyes with a deep exhale. A smirk grew on her face as she watched him rant and pinched himself to no avail. "Well, bastard," she said sweetly, batting her eyelashes, "Guess you're stuck in Hell with all the rest of us. Something pretty close to it, anyway." She sighed. "But unfortunately, this isn't a dream. This is apart of my whacked out old hag's dying wishes," she mumbled bitterly. And people called her the bitch? What had messed up her mother's brain so much to think that sick, ungentlemanly bastard would actually help her? On the contrary, he had done nothing to benefit her. Just make matters worse by stressing her out. And now she was stuck with a womanizer-wannabe, red-head, and that guy in a world of basically nothing.

But since this was a dream world... maybe she could have a little fun with it. Zephyr concentrated on an image of a pristine beach and the calming sound of waves crashing, but a pout formed on her face as she realized it had not worked. Oh, come on! she thought frustratedly. Thinking a little smaller, she tried imagining a chair, but yet again, nothing happened. She crossed her arms sulkily.