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➤ WE OPEN TO THE VERY PINK ROOM ON THE TOP FLOOR OF THE VEES TOWER, where Valentino paces around, raving. ARIA BAILEY, a long copper-haired woman who looked twenty-something years old with reddish pink skin and white eyes sat on a wooden desk in the corner, plugging her ears as Val threw a tantrum.

"I can't believe that WHORE had the audacity to MOVE—" Valentino ranted, throwing objects across the room, his accent changing with every word.

A hand appeared on Aria's shoulder. She wasn't even startled as Vox leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Sweetheart, what's going on?"

"Fucking FINALLY!" Valentino shouted, throwing his drink at the wall beside them. "Aria, get me a fucking drink!"

Aria didn't even look up from her phone, where if you'd look closer, she'd be typing out a very angry message to her friend and the cause of Valentino's most recent temper tantrum.

"Fuck off, Val."

Valentino whirled towards Aria and coincidentally Vox, but paused.

"Fine. Kitty? GET ME A DRINK."

The robotic Fizzaroli beside him ran off to get the angry moth man a drink.

"Ugh! Can you believe what that piece of shit did? THE UNGRATEFUL WHORE!"

As he spoke, he tossed the drink at Vox, who moves away smoothly, making the drink hit the wall and shatter on the floor.

Vox winced. "Uh, which whore are we talking about this time?" He looked at Aria who's mouthing WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME HERE WITH HIM.

Aria sighed and answered for Valentino, rolling her eyes. "Angel Dust," she said.

"Who the hell else would I be talking about?! That fucking SLUT walked out on me!" Valentino said, walking past Vox and turning to him. "ME! I fucking made him!"

Vox edged away as the pimp ranted. "Without me, he's just a bag of meat with some mildly entertaining holes."

"Oh! Angel quit?" Vox said, his eyebrows shooting up. He looked at the brown-haired girl for confirmation but she ignored him.

Valentino clenched his hands. "NO! He didn't fucking quit! It's worse!" He snatched Vox's phone out of his hands. "He MOVED!!!

As he said that, he tossed Vox's phone at the wall, making it shatter in half. Vox looked at it with mild displeasure, muttering something about getting a new one.

"He thinks he can just walk in here, work, and then go home somewhere else? Can you FUCKING believe that?!"

Aria coughed. Under her breath she said, "imagine that."

Valentino walked over to the closet. "He thinks he can run off and shack up with Lucifer's bimbo daughter!"

Vox's digital eyebrows shot up even higher. "Angel is... living with Lucifer's daughter?"

Valentino's mouth twisted into a sneer. "YEAH! That BITCH Chuckie or Chandler, or I dunno- Something mannish like that, she's got this hotel and—"

As he spoke, Valentino opened the closet full of guns, drugs, and pictures including a poster of himself. Valentino held up two long pistol guns: a long revolver and a semi-pistol.

Valentino changed to a more relaxed tone, which Aria and Vox both knew meant that he's about to say and do stupid shit. "Which of these makes me look sexier?" He says, turning to the closet.

Vox blinked. "Heh. What are you doing, Val? You're not going over there." His left eye twitched and changed to red hot anger, but Valentino was busy loading his guns.