>>122818004After Viz decides that Moxxie needs more abuse, he loses Millie one way or another. He gets drunk, and winds up in the streets alone.
Meanwhile, Stella is stalking her husband in those very streets. Her assassin is who-knows-where, so she decided to take matters into her own hands. She stands just beyond the motel where her cheating bastard husband was getting it on with a vile, disgusting imp.
"You have a beautiful dress, miss. Not... for a place like this."
Out stumbles a lost possum from the nearby alleyway. Stella grimaces at the cretin, so clearly far beneath her. Despite looking so filthy, his look is quite charming with his dress coat and oversized bowtie. It's enough for her to stomach the imp. "Go away, sewer-dweller. I'm busy."
The 'sewerdweller' hiccups, blinking his eyes asychronously. "Is that a... Carmine? You have to hold it... classy. You need... higher posture."
The owl lady frowns. He was right. Had she truly allowed herself herself to stoop to such impropriety over a bloody imp? "It was my incontinent husband's choice. He's in there, throwing away his responsibilities and class for a wretched grifter."
Moxxie crashes into a pile of garbage, woozy and wobbling, as he eyes the motel. "I used ta' wanna live that high society... but I don't got a mask. I'd be the... phantom of the opera." He broke into a fit of manic giggling as he imagined himself in such a role.
Something in that set of words softened Stella. Perhaps she could get back at her 'lover' another way. She grabbed the imp by the arm and dragged him out of the trash. "You're getting cleaned up."
