Olive Branch - Gwen vs. Vlad
“I believe the term is ‘gold digging whore’, correct?”
The two continued to bicker back and forth in the outside café. From the outside, and perhaps from very far away, it would have seemed as if the two might have been on a date to a casual passerby. However, upon closer inspection there was no love lost between the two who sat face to face.
“Enough of this, Vladimir. I’ve come to you for a reason.”
“You need assistance in burning your horrible wig? Please, allow me.”
“Oh, you’re quite amusing. I’d say you must have found a joke book but I’m fairly certain a caveman like yourself never learned how to read. So I suppose your young tight boyfriend must have read it to you.”
“I would appreciate it if you did not bring Julian into this, you wretched woman.”
Vladimir abruptly moved his hand up to grab Gwen by her wrist. She glared and most of Vladimir’s hand became encased in ice. Under normal circumstances, Vladimir would have lost a hand but because of his super tough skin, it was more an annoyance than anything. He pulled his hand back, frozen, and slammed it against the table. The table shook and the legs almost buckled as Gwen gingerly lifted her teacup just in time as the ice shattered off of his hand, leaving his hand cold but no longer encased in ice.
“Then don’t interrupt me and I’ll tell you what I want.”
“Whatever it is, it must be a rather sizeable request to come to me of all people.”
“If it weren’t I wouldn’t have come to Mr. Potato Head.”
“It must be hard to look at yourself in the mirror only to see such a hideous woman inside and out.”
“And it must have been hard to look at yourself in the mirror when you looked like one of Picasso’s paintings!”
“Well, I do not know who Picasso is!”
Vladimir replied with a superior smirk, proud of himself. Gwen simply rolled her eyes at the giant’s idiocy.