Big Booty Bitches

Adeline Verlice

“Don’t be such a bore, Mithras,” she huffed, taking another shot back without an ounce of care behind her actions as she had a few too many already within only an hour of being here after. Her tail swept with a mild bit of annoyance he was once again a little too lenient with his guilty verdicts and she couldn’t even begin to imagine the concept of why he didn’t just chop all their heads off while he had the power to. “They were worthless excuses for flesh, even if they weren’t guilty but they were. So, fuck them,” she added after a moment, slamming the glass down though not hard enough to break anything.

She debated a few more shots, knowing she should probably slow down but she didn’t want to think about how her home might be empty again if she went back now. He had been working late and coming home with the scent of pubs on his breath and she wasn’t standing another night for it while she had tried to stay sober over and over again. She had slipped a couple of times, sure but she had been doing better than she ever thought she could and now she just wanted to forget she ever made her promise to a man that hadn’t pleased her in a long time. Maybe she could just get black out drunk and crash here though she could already picture the insults Mithras would have once she woke up. And quite frankly he didn’t need to see her be a mess, already forgetting he couldn’t see at all with the shots in her small frame.

She passed him a wayward stare. “Sooooo, have you heard from Auggiepoggy lately? Haven’t seen that guy in what seems like years,” she tried changing the subject randomly, deciding talking about work wasn’t the best conversation when they weren’t there. They could talk about far more personal matters in the comfort of his home, that just so happened to be even more lavish than her own. He had taste, somehow, though they were friends so that probably was just default on its own. She figured it was all Kaveh doing in truth, the man seemed just as posh as his master.

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Eyes could not help but roll at Adeline’s words, his own drink tilted back but there was no way he would attempt to keep up with each resounding clang of her glass. At least a fraction of his mind would be kept tonight. Just enough to keep him grounded. While the lure of indulging in vices was no sin, it would do neither of them any good to get completely wasted nor did he truly wish for Bellatrix to witness him in such a state. Behaviors sparked of imbibement had already caused tension enough within the embrace of an accursed lagoon… surely neither were in their right minds then. Right? A thought quickly pushed back as all focus lingered upon a different woman this night. “Oh please. For once they weren’t guilty and unlike you, some of us have standards,” both in and out of the courtroom, “Besides some of those ‘worthless excuses’ as you call them have their uses.” Not every highlander met was a complete waste of skin, hells he had even attempted to extend a reach into their domain. Prove the starlight judge was the best option for even they when it came to matters of law. But here, within the extravagant comforts of home, Mithras held little desire to discuss matters of work. Why else would they be here of all places drinking away such disagreement? Not to mention, if he had to go over that case one more time then it would be those against the defense’s client to face the chopping block. Surely dearest Adeline wouldn’t want that outcome, however, in the end Mithras hardly cared for what she wanted when it came to such matters. When it was her time to sit upon the podium then she could call the shots but today he lay in the limelight. All eyes upon him, the spotlight shining upon a being so stunning - it was only natural that he belonged there. That he controlled their fate. Reflection all came to a swift and sudden end upon a single utterance. An argument derailed and surely tucked away for another time as the heat of her stare lingered against his skin. Sensation which bid that starry gaze to turn and, despite their seeming vacancy, fixate. Pale violet staring directly into her own glimmering pools. The draconian’s lip lightly curling with barely leashed venom before tones fell curtly, “Augustine is out of town.” And if he knew what was good for him he would return home as soon as he could. It was always a touch out of the way to check in on a now vacant, abandoned home every now and then to ensure no riffraff and squatters attempted to claim it as their own. Or worse yet, the harlot he’d once called a wife. A woman who was nothing more than a stain upon the Scowcroft name… though - as of late - neither Augustine nor his brother were doing such a title any favors. Every single one of them and their betrothed drug that name through the mud. If Mithras were not already so close with the merled titan he’d be embarrassed to know him. At least a few of those marks of ill repute could be dealt with at another time, covered up to save face but for now there was no hiding disdain. Tongue clicked in annoyance as he turned from her, downing what remained of his drink yet ever eager to refill it while lyrics hissed, “Last I heard from that man was before he took to staying at a tavern. Feeding that addiction of his straight from the tap I’m sure.” At least that is what one assumed and if Mithras knew the other as well as he thought then that is exactly how it all played out. Augustine surely slept a good portion of the day away, wallowing in the sorrows he couldn’t seem to let go of while sequestered away in provided board. Only to drink away what was left of his mind come the evening.

Adeline Verlice

She was far too drowned in her own sorrows and cruel thoughts to even notice the way he reacted to her words, hardly looking at him at all. There wasn’t much of a point, she figured he probably couldn’t even tell unless she was inches away from him for her breath to be batting into his face, though his comment would cause her tail to lash. “Oh, you have so many standards marrying a Highlander welp with the most atrocious splattered pelt. I fear for what your children might look like. Blue and red, ugh, they might turn out looking like bruises,” she huffed, insulting him right back though on a far more personal level. “And I’m well aware of using swine, thank you. I’ve had my fair share of pets in exchange for their freedom from a gavel,” she shook her head a little, feeling like he must not know her at all if he thought she didn’t make use of the pathetic excuses for air.

Her mind did travel back to the woman he married, her ears twitching in expectation of a loud voice somewhere inside the home, causing more than likely trouble. The fact he could harbor a Highlander as a true equal and not as a servant, it made her skin crawl. She wouldn’t judge him too harshly; she was certain he had his reasons, and she didn’t care enough to know that part. His standards might have been low for a spouse but everything else she knew about him was far from minimum, even his house raged superiority over her own. It would make her angry if it wasn’t for the fact she got to come into it whenever she more often than not chose to, so she would like to think it was kind of hers. That was probably just the buzz talking, though.

It seemed they both had concluded their discussions of work as he too didn’t press upon it further, allowing the topic of Augustine to come in full force and it would lead to his dead eye meeting hers so convincingly. Moments like this made her think maybe it was just a ruse to gain sympathy or so his mouth could run with less consequence, the handicapped often served with more kindness among the public but she couldn’t deny the haze that dwelled there.

An ear twitched as words were finally spoken with a rather anticlimactic result, though his sneer had her intrigue, making her grin from ear to ear. She felt like there was far more gossip that came with those five little words, and she wanted to milk it for all it was worth if she could. Ill stories about other people's lives were far more entertaining than frustrations with her own. And sure enough, more information would be shared after a toss back of a drink. “A tavern? How low he has dropped to incapacitate himself, acting as nothing more than a homeless bum without a coin to his name,” she mused, hoping to trigger more to come out of the male’s mouth.

“Is he getting a divorce? It’s such an oddity to be allowed now and quite the stain on any noble’s record. Yet, I’m surprised by the lack of them that cross my desk. Granted I don’t handle much in the way of civil disputes. They bore me unless I know the individuals involved,” she mused, not wanting to hear some strangers' petty arguments with friends or family that never needed to be brought into the public eye. She much preferred federal cases.

She would reach over to acquire another drink, her tail swaying as she shot half of it back in one smooth motion. It wouldn’t even dawn on her she was doing the exact same thing as the one they were talking about, just with a much more private a setting.

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