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“Do you have any idea who the fuck I am?” Glib roars at the receptionist who just looks afraid. “I broke into this building not even three months ago!” To his left, the old man is just leaning against the desk, and to his right Barry is looking around in amazement, both ignoring the little frog while he is yelling at this poor woman.
Suddenly Skeezvol’s head raises and turns towards Glib. He smiles wirily and raises a hand, pointing towards the staircase. “Oh, look the two better versions of you!”
Glib shoots him a glare before looking to the top of the staircase. S.G. comes bounding down the stairs towards them and behind them, Mr. Goodbid stands at the top of the staircase.
He takes his bottom hat off and waves it at the group while shouting, “Hello!” with a big cheesy grin.
He starts down the stairs, and Glib swears that time slows.
Goodbid has always moved with practiced elegance, a proud posture and light steps, but with his new suit he looks ethereal. His normal black suit is a pristine white, accented by a steel grey vest and shoes, and a vibrant green tie. His bottom hat, which he has sat back onto his perfectly groomed hair, is also white with intricate green detailing swirling up and down the stock of the hat.
Distantly, Glib wanders why he didn’t wear white suits considering he looks this amazing in them. He thinks on it for a moment before deciding he’s thankful that he hadn’t worn them because the little frog would have fallen ass over tits in love with the hitman. He’s always had a small crush on the man which he attributes to Goodbid always being well-groomed and confident, but what he’s feeling now is no small crush.
“Hey guys!” Skeezvol says, breaking Glib’s trance. He blinks for a moment before remembering where they are and what they are doing.
“Hey, can you tell this lady that I’m with you?” He says, trying to slip back into the anger that he had before, only to find it completely gone.
S.G. turns to Goodbid who sighs and walks up to the woman. He leans against her desk, and Glib does not start drooling over how the suit stretches with him, pulling tight in all the right places. No, he’s not drooling, but only because he physically can’t drool.
“I’m sorry miss, but I didn’t catch your name,” Goodbid says, using his charm against the woman, who Glib is certain doesn’t stand a chance.
“Sandra,” she says slowly, eyes raking up and down Goodbid’s body. He smiles his most manipulative smile and rolls his shoulders back, taking a deep breath. Glib would’ve been amused by how the woman’s eyes track the motion, if he too weren’t completely enthralled by it.
“The frog is with us,” he practically purrs, casting a glance at Glib, that lingers a little longer than it should. “Oh, and the old man.” He doesn’t even look towards Skeezvol who says, “thank you!”
Goodbid nods at the woman, giving her a slow once over -she slowly blushes, and Glib gets the unexplainable urge to drink her dry- before pushing himself off the counter and starts walking towards the stairs. Glib didn’t know it was possible for Goodbid to walk any more confidently than he did before becoming a god, causing Glib to wander if he’s the god of confidence.
“Y’all ain’t gonna believe this!” Goodbid says once they are up the stairs, he turns on his heels and starts walking backwards so he can address the group. “But Friday’s the Goddess of Fate!”
Whatever love-induced daze Glib was in, breaks immediately. “The Horse?!”