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#;;maf

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YES its a knife in my pocket, AND im happy to see you. both can be true.

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‘i can fix him’ ‘i can make him worse’ well I can pick him up like this

#this ain't even an exaggeration #tzed do be picking me up like this sometimes #usually when he's bitching about something #;;maf #;;owner

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#I'm both #;;maf

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"Y'could make it artificially." He would pop a shrug, lingering for a moment before finding somewhere to get comfortably settled. Miles had nothing better to do; the rest of his schedule for the afternoon was clear.

"Maybe I wanna support a local business, ya ever think of that? S'not like money's problem for me."

"We don't have winter like that. Except in one of the other rings, I think." Not like he could really leave Pride.

He went back to his seat. "It's extremely expensive. Probably cheaper on Earth."

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"Really? You should look into it! If ya sold yer wares top side, you'd probably double yer profits, easy." Despite Val's attitude, Miles would remain polite and almost jovial.

Would frown as his money was snatched, but stay silent as he re-pocketed his wallet, waiting until the demon was out of the room before grumbling under his breath, "Fuckin' asshole..."

But, he was back to being sweet as honey upon the other's return, more than happy to take the bottles and look over them with an approving nod. "Might haffta hit ya up for some ice wine at some point, if ya sell it..."

"We don't exactly do human trails down here." Voice a cracking whip, still.

He took the bills in a snatch. Leaving with it to another room in his penthouse. Allowing himself a sneak of the house-glasses to count. Before taking down to bottles from the refrigerated cabinet and the shelving next to it (some wines taster better cold, some warm).

Held out the two bottles with a slightly cranky expression. One another roscato (a pink moscato) and the other a zinfandel.

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Miles would lift his attention back to Valentino for a fleeting moment before tutting as he counted and pulled bills out. Such bullshit, the wine had been free last time, not to mention,

"You wouldn't be givin' me one, I'm a payin' customer. What, is it not safe fer human consumption or somethin'?"

He didn't care. The explanation would not have mattered at all. Might've made it worse in some way.

"I'm not giving you a potion. Two wine bottles for two-fifty." Came out more cool than he felt. Vision had grayed out a couple seconds ago. Threatening to go red on him.

If Miles wanted a Love Potion, he'd have to go find a supplier in the city.

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Lust Prince's Consort has appeared! What to do?

➢ Blow a kiss ➢ Confess ➢ Hold hands ➢ Do "it"

#these all suck except the fucking one #;;meme

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If Val had found his voice and used it, he might have realised Miles wasn't making this a Fun Purchase. By outright buying a potion, he needn't worry about if or when Tzedakah might buy it to use on Miles. It gave him some semblance of control, being able to put the loaded gun on the table himself, so to speak.

Being met with such a loud silence put him on edge, but, he remained polite and respectful, "How much...?"

Something in his ass was itchin' talking about those 'potions'. It made him angry. Talking to Miles about them made him angry. The way Miles seemed to want them made him angry. Like they were some kind of wacky funtime drug.

Out of sight was out of mind far as sales around the city went. This was directly in front of him. All the shit he'd done. Was still doing by proxy.

He couldn't break away from it. The rage kept building. He didn't trust himself to speak.

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"Christ," there's a lilt of laughter in his voice, handle reaching up to idly brush over the now healed skin Valentino had taken a bite of before. "Overkill much? I didn't realise I pissed you off that badly, sorry, man."

Miles would roll his eyes at first, not needing that particular play-by-play, but as the demon continued and grew seemingly irritated, his brows would furrow, unsure where that was coming from. "Jus' the potion's fine." His tone would remain even, not wanting a repeat of last time, as he fished his wallet out. "I wouldn't mind grabbin' some more wine from ya too."

"The venom doesn't have a hangover unless you're human. Or been gettin' hits for a while and I stop." Tone still unusually flat. Detrached. "Wouldn't've even hang ya if I didn't give you an elephant's dose in a go." He eyed him after a moment.

"The potion is more roofie than venom. Used by fuckers that pass through bars and drag bitches into their cars to fuck and ditch on the sidewalk, panties down at their ankles." Tone growing more heated. "That whatchu wanna be? A barely conscious bitch for your owner? Come closer, I got the shortcut."

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"Oh." His amicable smile would wane. Despite his allegiances and the company he kept, using roofies wasn't something Miles was particularly interested in. And yet, "If it's made from yer--" gestured with a roll of his wrist towards Val, "venom or whatever, do the potions leave a nasty hangover like when ya bit me?"

It was the nature of the game. Miles didn't much like some aspects of Lust, but the grave he had dug himself was far too deep to ever crawl out of, at this point. The pros outweighed the cons, so that was the only thing worth focusing on.

"No doubt. Someone like you, on your level, doesn't get t'stay there by bein' mediocre or peddlin' shitty merchandise."

"Ecstasy, yeah. Branding 'round us is pretty on the nose." That's how you get to be a first-thought company.

About the potions he scratched claws through fluff a moment. "The potion is a roofie." Flat and simple. "Like a...aphrodisiac roofie."

Like him and his venom. He was blank brained and unbothered by it when it was made. Had...qualms he didn't focus very hard on now. Too late. It was already on the market. And if he went to Velvette like 'oh, no...we have to stop'--he'd probably get laughed at and then stuck in his room until he acted right. Or something.

"I only do the good shit." About drug and alcohol quality.

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[ His eyes would narrow more because of the pinch than the less than cutting words. Schooled himself, since she was one of ~The V's~ and caught her wrist to pull away and press his own obnoxious kiss to the back of her hand. ]

I think someone's upset that they'll never get me willingly on m'knees to bark for 'em.

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Yer cute, but yer not that cute.

​Aww, if the opinions of trashy little Brummie mutt whores are ever valued, I'll let you know. We'll do a whole AMA with you.

[ Gonna obnoxiously pinch his cheek. ]

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Miles would let out a low, impressed whistle. That was such a simple but ingenious idea--it had him wondering if he could nudge Tzedakah into doing the same. Perhaps not on a grand scale like Val, but just for the two of them.

"...Well, shit, potion seller, gimmie yer strongest potions. And let me know when that hits the market. M'assumin' it's a more ecstasy based recipe, ay? Or would that be too on the nose for ya?"

He would wave a hand dismissively. "Wine is good regardless, but your shit was pretty good."

"Me and Velvette make drugs that incorporate my smoke and venom--synthetically or something." He lifted a hand and waved off the complicated terms. He was too stupid for chemistry and he was sticking to it. Part of his whole public image, that.

"I got coke, bud, tobacco, and a...potion." He would love to sit down, boy. His back didn't like him being upright and stooped over much of the time. "Workin' on an MDA recipe. That's got some developin' in her labs to do yet."

"The wine is just wine that my distributors have had a few centuries to get real fuckin' good at making."

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