[@Flightless_Soul][@KatherinWinter][@Framing A Moose]

[i][color=f7941d]Ugh!  I'm in this room only five minutes, and Skippy the Hobgoblin's ripping my face off...  Dude better back the fuck up before I decide to get my rage on and torch his ass![/color][/i]

[color=f7941d]"Okay, brah!  Calm your tits!  I was just fuckin' with you!"[/color]  Helena wasn't in the mood for this shit, and she certainly wasn't in the mood for an imp to get gnarky on her.  Annoyed, she brushed the little fucker off her shoulder, resuming to sit there and not give a shit about the meeting.  All she was concerned with at this point was lighting up some undead, for stress relief.

The bitchy detective didn't faze her either it seems, and from what she heard from the others, she wasn't well liked either.  Good, that makes two of 'em.  However, she decided to make a show of rummaging around in her pockets, as though looking for something, only to return to...Alyssa, the bitch's name was, with false sincerity and venemous reproach.  [color=f7941d]"Hmm, now where did I put that?  Oh sorry, Aly deary, I can't seem to find a fuck to give.  Oh wait!  Here's one!"[/color]  She pulled from her pocket an extended middle finger, a cheshire grin to follow.

Finally, the big guy had enough of their shit and decided to flip his.  The look, like a Marine Drill Sergeant about to rip your head off and shit down your neck, the sound, like Ozzy's famous howl in [i]Bark at the Moon[/i] being replicated by George [i]Corpsegrinder[/i] Fisher.  Griffin alone was a bad muthafucka, but Griffin pissed...

Helena quit the bullshit and payed attention this time, less out of respect and more out of not wanting to be the chew toy of Cujo's and Roman Reigns' offspring.