[sub][sub][h3][i]Kimberly- Ready and Rearing[/i][/h3][/sub][/sub][hr]


[i]"Fuck off! How can you joke about this? The narcotics smear, the purge, and now this?  The Ariella patriarch?  Here?  [b]Now?[/b]  An [b]earthquake[/b] couldn't do this much damage!"[/i]

Kimberly rolled her shoulders softly at the brown-skinned woman. 

“Quite easily; because it didn’t happen to me.” He voice was calm and calculated, with an air of smooth serenity to it. 

“You see, its situation like this that show you who people really are.” She couldn't help but smirk to herself “I find that murder tends to bring out what’s inside of us all...provided the killer used a big enough knife.” 

Miss Kristen reached inside of the pocket of her hand-tailored blazer, fishing out a carton of Lucky Strike’s and an ornate lighter. Once her straight was lit up, she spent a dragged out moment inhaling, before puffing out and letting loose a burst of silvery grey smoke. 

“If those of us who voted democrat are done mourning a man half of us never even met, I’m happy to provide legal consultation in regards to whatever comes next.” 

The big woman chuckled in a sing-song voice like rich silk. 

“You’ll be needing a good lawyer, and I’m the best bet any of you have.”