[Velvette's gotten herself a new sleek dark red convertible. It's stylish, a four seater, and the perfect thing to flaunt the Vees' success in. Overall, she's in a good mood. Or rather, she was in a good mood until she sees Fizzarolli and Blitzo just up the street throwing down with Mammon, of all possible people to wind up in Hell.]
God-fucking-dammit!
[She slams on the brakes and her car comes to a screeching halt. She's got to do something about this - Blitzo is security staff and Fizzarolli is talent as well as a prospective business partner. She can't let anyone, not even a Sin, get away with fucking with her business assets.
Still, though, Mammon is the ruler of the Greed Ring. Hardly a pushover. The handgun in her purse isn't going to kill him. It's a high enough caliber that it may do some damage, but nothing that will do more than slow him down.
/Think, Velvette, think./
The only thing that comes to mind is using his own greedy nature against him. So when she hops out of the car, she wraps a scrunchie with a shiny gold clip around a wad of bills and loudly hollers out an announcement.]
ATTENTION BITCHES, BROS AND NON-BINARY HOS! FREE MONEY! RIGHT HERE! FREE MONEY! COME AND GET IT!
[She holds the bundle up as high as she can and waves it around to make sure Mammon can't possibly miss it, then pitches it as far away from her car as she can muster. Mammon had better hurry over, because there are plenty of locals who are scrambling in that direction, eager for free money.]
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God-fucking-dammit!
[She slams on the brakes and her car comes to a screeching halt. She's got to do something about this - Blitzo is security staff and Fizzarolli is talent as well as a prospective business partner. She can't let anyone, not even a Sin, get away with fucking with her business assets.
Still, though, Mammon is the ruler of the Greed Ring. Hardly a pushover. The handgun in her purse isn't going to kill him. It's a high enough caliber that it may do some damage, but nothing that will do more than slow him down.
/Think, Velvette, think./
The only thing that comes to mind is using his own greedy nature against him. So when she hops out of the car, she wraps a scrunchie with a shiny gold clip around a wad of bills and loudly hollers out an announcement.]
ATTENTION BITCHES, BROS AND NON-BINARY HOS! FREE MONEY! RIGHT HERE! FREE MONEY! COME AND GET IT!
[She holds the bundle up as high as she can and waves it around to make sure Mammon can't possibly miss it, then pitches it as far away from her car as she can muster. Mammon had better hurry over, because there are plenty of locals who are scrambling in that direction, eager for free money.]