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Dialogue: #836B22
Steeley Sister
Location: The Peacock Lounge
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Dialogue: #836B22
Steeley Sister
Location: The Peacock Lounge
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Damn, how can Bitch just stand there and let this shitty pervert use her like this? the redhead almost felt more disgusted at Margaret than Payne. Oh, wait, it's Margaret Hobbs. Never mind. Although it was impossible for Esmeralda to like either of the Paynes, she was certainly hating Elias a lot more right now.
Esmeralda noticed Doug's breathing becoming more labored. Control, Doug, the redhead muttered so that only Douglas could hear.
"True, but fast and furious gets a better response, especially with that one." Douglas' eyes drifted towards Hobbs. "I would know." The redhead raised an eyebrow, but chose not to say anything.
Esmeralda was getting damn bored of dancing and listening in on Elias and Doug's bantering. Luckily, her brother thought the same. As he gave the redhead a polite bow and took her hand, Esmeralda mentally sighed in relief. Finally.
"When will this thing be over? I need more alcohol." He glanced at his sister, who muttered a "hell yes" in response. "Glad to have a trooper here. How are those shoes not killing you?"
"They are," Esmeralda put it simply. "Be glad you're a man, Dougie."
The two headed over to a table. Doug nodded to Sebastian and Fred before heading to the bar. Esmeralda fought to keep her composed demeanor up. Screw these events.