[center][hr][img]https://i.imgur.com/YoPRYxJ.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/Iqo5dyL.png[/img] [hr][/center] "Supposed?" Taylor had to ask... What did they do to piss off the government? She had to raise an eyebrow, but that did little to deter her interest. If they were doing some weirdo shit Taylor was out before they could implicate her. However, they - as in Kayla and Lyss - were asking her if she could fight and protect the Coven. And Taylor shrugged in response. Though she kinda forgot to tell them what she can do. "I can create barriers made out of fire, sugar," Taylor said. "I didn't do a whole lot of testing with it but I made one big enough to cover a house." Taylor sighed afterward it was hard forcing herself to say that she'll die for a bunch of strangers. There was a bit of hesitancy... part of her wondered what sort of shit were they getting into? Perhaps they were just one big elaborate cult. "And I'm willing to-" "Alright everyone get down!" A man stormed into the Dairy Queen... wearing an Obama mask and a black trench coat like he was a flasher. Taylor raised an eyebrow at the objects that were his instruments of "robbery". A fucking baby alligator in one hand and a God damn rattlesnake in the other. He walked over to the cash register as he pointed both of the animals at the confused cashier like they were guns. "EMPTY THE REGISTER, NOW!" Only in Florida. [center][hr] [img]https://i.imgur.com/Jvqo9Ck.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/9H68YZf.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/AnYEPgL.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/YoPRYxJ.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/H9epPjR.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/dIfRnRE.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/nn5VWsV.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/Iqo5dyL.png[/img] [hr][/center] After all of that Emily contacted Mr. Schmidt and they arranged a meeting. It was in some nice little place in Southernmost Tampa, right on the beach. [url=https://www.sun-sentinel.com/resizer/HhfSQ0iYWUjeAAR2cENQu37nf_U=/1400x0/top/arc-anglerfish-arc2-prod-tronc.s3.amazonaws.com/public/HHYV3NTV55H3XMNMMEMLZ6YNLA.jpg]A rooftop bar[/url] that Schmidt owned that was currently closed but he had invited the Coven there. The Coven arrived via elevator... and Madison clawed her way out as several others were less than pleased with being stuck in an elevator. And suddenly the stairs was a much better idea. "... Aight, which one of you hoes grabbed my ass?" Madison slurred as she looked back at the Coven with her fist balled as the Jaw unconsciously activated. Yet not one person answered as Madison shook her head and she hissed as she rubbed her bruised ass. Emily finished walking up the stairs with the briefcase in hand because like hell she was going to be in the elevator with those sluts. All of their lairs always smelled like a fish market - and no amount of air freshener would fix it. Getting in an elevator with them would probably make her wish she brought a clothespin. Emily shook her head as she looked at the Coven already beginning to bicker and she jabbed a thumb in the direction of Blake. The Coven walked up as Emily caught sight of her boss... not wearing a suit. Instead, he was wearing some tan cargo shorts and a designer button-up polo shirt and some sandals, and sunglasses... like he was out on the beach. At his side was his wife, [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f5/5b/8b/f55b8b6b03f29451172ec55a619fc9d2.jpg]Phillis Schmidt[/url] wearing a green one-piece bikini and a large straw hat and sandals. When Blake saw them, he smiled widely. "Ahhhh, so you all must be the Coven I heard so much about," Blake said as he folded one leg over the other. "Glad you all decided to attend, come, come, take a seat. Get comfortable! We're going to be here for a while..." He looked at his wife as he gave the Coven a grin. "... If you all decide to play ball, but this is my beautiful wife Phillis." "Hello," Phillis said. "Hello, Ms, Schmidt," Emily said with an overly polite smile as she looked at the rest of the Coven. Personally, she didn't want half these sluts anywhere near him, but all she had to do was count on them keeping their stupid under wraps. For like one God damn second. It wasn't that hard. Emily knew that Blake was willing to toss the big bucks... if the Coven would play ball. She knew that Kayla wasn't stupid, far from it. She wasn't going to let Blake lowball the Coven and that was the pillars of Emily's plan. She nodded her head as she looked at Blake, "This is Kayla, our leader, and Lyss, the... second in command." Emily introduced them. What was the sledgehammer to her plan was the rest of the Coven. Long as they played the part and politely shut up, then everything was gonna go great. [i]"... Gawd damn it,"[/i] Madison slurred as Claudette took her to the part of the bar that was far away from Blake... she didn't want to bring her in the first place but Madison insisted on coming. Whatever drunken logic she's running off of was not the same type that Claudette was running off of. Especially now that they're doing this whole thing with Blake which Claudette still thinks is a bad idea but she would, again, rather stick with the Coven if possible. Strange attracts strange, as Babylon says. Still... Blake Schmidt was an eccentric one she heard (which was weird because she never heard of him before coming to Tampa). Claudette didn't want anything to do with a rich creep like him and the same with the Coven. "He brought his hoe bag wife," Madison slurred to herself, loud enough for Claudette to hear, as she narrowed her eyes at Phillis and shot knives at her with merely a glare. "The fuck she got? I got ass [i]an'[/i] titties... Maddie tryna bag a million-dollar sugar daddy! Maddie tryna leave the club behind- hahahahahahahahaha!" Madison devolved into complete rambling as Claudette started in horror and she was [i]about[/i] to grab herself again but Claudette's steady hands stopped her. In her drunken stupor, Madison lost all sense of subtlety but kept her single-minded goal of getting a sugar daddy. Because these hoes were [i]stupid[/i]. Fuck all that deal shit, just get down and suck his dick. [i]Everyone's[/i] trying to bag Blake as a sugar Daddy and Madison was no different. Who wouldn't? The idea of some rich asshole paying all of her bills? Fuck yeah. All she had to do was take a teeny peeny every now and then but that was not a problem. Even if it didn't go well they could give him the good ol' Harvey Weinstein treatment. Did that mean Madison had no respect for herself? No, but her bills are piling up and the money's drying up. And she refuses to go out like a flash in the plan. Taylor, on the other hand, decided to keep her distance from Blake... but remained in earshot just in case. Taylor blew some hair out of the way of her face as she watched. Honestly, she never bothered to keep up with the millionaires, celebrities, and politics of Florida... mostly because if it didn't affect her then she didn't care. She heard about Blake but that was some off mention stuff, like an occasional read in an article's comments section. Still, she knows better than to trust this guy blindly but she did enjoy the little allure of money being thrown her way. Not what she joined the Coven for but Blake knew how to get their attention, still part of Taylor was a bit wary of giving this rich asshole superpowers. Because that sounded like the kind of thing that'd bite them in the ass later but she was a newbie. Her opinion probably ain't mean [i]shit[/i].