Are you a complete fucking idiot? I don’t give a shit about the god damn party. I give a shit about it’s location. I have no fucking clue who was there and what they got their greedy hands on. We have boxes upon boxes of product shoved against the walls of the warehouses and you idiots had minors running around shoving drinks down their throats. If someone posts a picture of the warehouses’ whereabouts anywhere, we have to move everything.
We only invited people we trusted, and even then, everyone was in an inebriated state. The amount of alcohol people were consuming surely prevented them from even snooping around to steal some of your precious product, let alone form a coherent thought. However, not everyone operates on the mental capacity of a self-proclaimed kingpin, so excuse us for not taking precautionary measures. And if I’m a complete fucking idiot, then I’m surely not needed here, correct?
I’m not in the fucking mood, Jaz.
Enlighten me. How is a party in any way, shape, or from detrimental to your very state of being? It was just a group of people wanting to have fun, nothing more, nothing less. Need I remind you, Liam, that most of your girls are barely even adults and therefore are prone to doing things of this nature.
You seem pissed. Then again, your particular disdain for anything involving happiness or sheer fun explains why.
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That sounds like fun. I mean I haven’t had a free night in forever. But I don’t know any of your friends.
That’s quite alright, we’re not actually going clubbing. There’s a top secret party occurring tonight at Woodbury Warehouses. Don’t tell anyone that has the last name of Grey and bring anything that can induce a drunken stupor or high. Hope to see you there, Laurie.
Wait.. you know about that party too?
I’m one of the people hosting it, silly. A girl named Izzie informed you of said party, no?
I think I’ll have to pass on girls night. You ladies have fun, though. And don’t kill anyone, please.
Unless there’s a naysayer in attendance tonight or a triflin’ ass hoe jacks my booze, no deaths will occur. Have fun at work, though.
…the hell is that? You look possessed.
Swerve, Dalton, ain’t nobody got time for your rude comments. Just stick to looking good tonight and maybe i’ll extend some special treatment towards you.