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[b][i][color=8882be]W  H  I  T  E     D  E  V  I  L[/color][/i][/b]

Look at how thoroughly Ben had bewitched that bouncer with his fast tongue and evil grin! It was a completely different brand of seduction than picking up girls at a club or fencing stolen shit; her beloved Cap, with his innocent face, scruffy hair, tight little clothes, and probably even his laminated v-card, could seduce [i]authority figures![/i]

It was an unholy skill, born of dark magicks and privileges that Lauren could never tap into. Ben could talk them into a club without even having to hit somebody with an ax or digging a tunnel up into the bathroom. Ben could probably get away with going ten or fifteen miles over the speed limit - and if he couldn't, he could probably at least get the cops to leave him alone! And they wouldn't care about the small shotguns [i]he[/i] kept in the glove box!

[color=8882be][i]That's...

That's...[/i]

[i]This is fucking racist![/i][/color]

Now she didn't even feel [i]bad[/i] for molesting him.

Nonetheless, Bastille's Black Panther burrowed herself into Ben's one-armed grip, notching their hips together like conjoined twins as they found their way to a table and each kicked their feet up irreverently along a different half of the semicircular seat. Lauren pulled out her Scroll and began plugging variables into the screen, setting it down on the table between them so that they could both see what she was doing.

[url=https://i.gyazo.com/e1cdc7611278887a7d2720cff5d2b327.png]Plugging vodka flavors into a wheel.[/url]

[color=8882be]"All praise to the Most High. The young God Lauren begs you to hear her call," [/color]she intoned over the alcoholic smorgasbord. [color=8882be]"It's been a long week for I and I on Team Bastille. Today I had to ignore my black people programming and go into a spooky factory to fix the fuckery of white people yet again, God. I beg your forgiveness for this act of trespass. You may see that I have invited the White Devil into my heart and my entourage. I beg your forgiveness for this act of trespass, and ask only that you accept him as blood of my blood. His name is Benjamin Lloyd, and I love him with all my heart. He may even have a little mulatto in his blood. If you...turn your head and squint a lil. And then close your eyes completely. Dear Heavenly Lord, the Most High, we ask that after this long and trying day of fixing the fuckery of white people, you bless this spin of the wheel and give us a real-ass flavor of vodka like snap frost or red berry. Or even apple. Please do not hex us with no shit like coconut or pineapple, Most High, for these are the bullshit flavors of the Mistralians and lead only down the thorny path of simpdom. I love you, God, wallahi."[/color]

Clearly, she took this seriously as she spun.

[url=https://i.gyazo.com/b27ec7972014a91b70bc8bd3e1d510d4.png]And shrieked.[/url]

[color=8882be]"Son of a [i]bitch![/i]"[/color]

Ben bit the bullet and ordered the bottle for them. While Lauren sulked, feet crossed at the ankle and head sullenly bobbing to the trap beat playing over the recently-reopened club's speakers, her gaze was wandering the bar and landed on a girl whose white hair and chic look made her stick out from the rest of the Vale party scene. Her gaze tilted over and turned back to Cap lazily.

[color=8882be]"Hey, who was the broad who you pretended to know to get us in, anyway?"[/color]