Stella stopped in her tracks. She looked down at her feet, examined her shoes, you know, some custom Avia 880's in a pastel color pallette, then sucked her teeth. Who in the shit had scuffed her shoes? Also how did she even get out here? And why was she covered in sequins? Last Stella knew, she was steading in in the P Palace, which sounded like a ridiculous phrase in her head and-- wait. Calm. Reel it in. What was she doing outside? Squinting down at her shoes, Stella opened her hand, and stared at her car keys. For a moment, they didn't seem to be particularly important, but then she saw Rusty driving off on his necessarily loud vehicle-- why did people like him always have to have loud cars? High hairy men on big hairy vehicles were always calling themselves flirting with her-- maybe that was a key to repelling others. Next rotation, Stella vowed to take the appearance of the Biggest [b]HAIRIEST[/b] man she could possibly be, then no one would talk to her. Fun. As she stared after Rusty for a quiet moment, she watched him turn, then finally recalled what she was doing-- hangover meal.

Eventually Stella pulled out of a garage in her car which, notably, was one of the [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/de/1b/38/de1b389138a63d10952b1b0e02d28a65.jpg]most expensive vehicles in their part of town--[/url] it was also one of the most ticketed vehicles in their part of town. Whenever Stella drove, it was without regard for traffic rules. Period. Full stop. NO regard whatsoever. She made it to Sally's Diner after running three red lights, driving twenty miles over speed-limit, and barreling through stop signs. When she parked, it was fully on the side walk, all the way up, because this car would have got tapped were in in the street-- people would understand. When she exited the vehicle, she tapped a few times on the outside of the door, and activated a few runes-- this ensured no one would put their dirty fingers all over her paint. She blinked. Looking back down to her shoes, Stella had the fantastic idea of putting such wards on her shoes! That way she would NEVER have scuffed shoes again. Scratching her butt as she walked toward the Diner, Stella felt something weird and itchy again-- what the hell was it?

Among one of the first to arrive at the diner, out of everyone else, solely because she drove like a Unicorn, Stella sat down in a booth, then ordered six chocolate chip pancakes with chocolate syrup. A waitress, as usual, gave her [i]that look[/i], but wrote the meal down as she usually did-- they didn't exactly oppose her appearance here but, they didn't exactly welcome it with open arms either. Notoriously picky about the state of her pancakes, Stella was known for sending them back, then moving into the kitchen to watch them cook. If they didn't want her back there then they should have cooked the damn things right in the first place-- who was talking?

"--do the Eternal Lord's bidding..."

Turning to look at the Satyr, Stella's brows raised, then she fox whistled at him. [color=A9D4F7]"How 'bout you come over here and do my bidding, hot stuff,"[/color] she told the Satyr with a wink and... then.... [i]C.C. Schwarzman[/i] [b]happened[/b].

[i]THAT'S [/i]why she was itchy at P's place-- this guy must have been there. Something about Boogeymen made Stella's body have something akin to an allergic reaction. Sniffing slightly as her nose began to run, Stella shook her head as C.C. did his... what was he doing? Quoting manuals? Was that an intimidation tactic? Whatever. Hot Satyr still needed more encouragement. Immediately after C.C. was done speaking, Stella told the Satyr, [color=A9D4F7]"And you can get tried in my court, steel-buns-- you've been naughty!"[/color] Brow wiggling followed, preceding the most "undressing" look over of the Satyr that Stella didn't even attempt to hide. Another fox whistle. She blinked. Why was everyone sleeping? Huh. Weird.