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Moxxie and Millie lay on the floor, a bottle of wine between them. Soft jazz in the background. A half-finished platter of meat, cheese, and chocolate. The couch could have worked but spreading out was easier on the floor, and the heady buzz of alcohol kept the floor inviting.
“Ok so Verosika Mayday” Moxxie said.
“Eh...Pass.” Millie said, after a minute, “Angel Dust?” She asked.
Moxxie's hand wave, “There's potential. I'd say smash.” He said, “What about Velvette?”
Millie snort-giggled, “Oh I could see that, she has some nice looks. I'll smash. What about...Vox?” She asked.
“Oh, wow tough call. He's very...a lot but could be a good time. Smash.” Moxxie took a sip of wine, “What about...Princess Charlie?” He asked.
“Eh, pass, she's a little too goody-two shoes for me.” Millie smirked at him, “What about you?” She asked.
“I bet she could have a bit of a bite to her, smash.” He said. “Oh! I got one, what about Beelzebub?” He asked.
“Smash!” They said.
The two exchanged a look before bursting into laughter.