JORDANPHOENIX
PROMPT: L'BELLE AND ARMSTRONG DON'T EXACTLY GET ALONG AS PRISON MATES.
"YOU! You are the head of that AWFUL restaurant that damn near gave me FOOD POISONING!"
Florent L'Belle had just been arrested for murder, and sentenced to prison. His prison mate was a short, muscular, ninety percent sure he was gay guy. Jean Armstrong. L'Belle was trying to get along with this man, but as soon as he mentioned he was the head of that simply destructive restaurant, Trés Bien, he snapped.
"My restaurant eez my li-"
"Oh, PLEASE CUT IT with the fake French accent before I go deaf!" L'Belle angrily snapped, causing Armstrong to go into a state of shock. No one had ever figured out his accent was a fake!
"…Fine. At least eez not aez bad aez your little accent, with the constant emphaziz on the littlest of words!" Armstrong snapped. Florent chuckled, simply pulling out a bottle of his fabulous product, spraying his neck with it.
"At least I have products that sell."
Armstrong narrowed his eyes at this disgusting man. How dare he insult his grand restaurant.
"Hmph! If you're so in love with beauty products, why not try some of my oil? Eez so much better than the krap you haz!" Armstrong said, causing L'Belle to glare at this large man.
"I wouldn't do it even if it was the LAST beauty product in the WORLD," He smugly replied. Armstrong wasn't thinking of what to say to this man.
He was thinking of what he would do to this man.
"Got nothing to say?" L'Belle laughed. Armstrong continued to glare at this pathetic excuse of a person, before quickly swiping his hand, back handing him!
L'Belle lightly touched where he had just been bitch slapped, before giving a death stare to the ex-chef.
"How DARE you?! I'll show you!" L'Belle attempted to grab Armstrong, but the oil he had on his muscly skin made it damn near impossible, and he slipped over trying to grab him. Armstrong laughed at the fallen man.
"Maybe you should haz tried the oil earlier, non?"
L'Belle got up, and tried to think of another way to attack this man. He grabbed him by his prison clothes, and raised a hand, before smacking his not sure if male or female face, not once, but five times!
Armstrong attempted to slap the 'fabulous' man back, and what ensued was what quite possibly the bitchiest bitch fight know to bitchkind!
Every single prisoner could hear the sounds of slapping, and the multiple 'How DARE you!' cries from L'Belle, as well as the genuine feminine cries from Armstrong!
The guards eventually went to their cell, not to break up the fight, to make sure they hadn't accidently got a female into a male only prison!
The guard opened the door, and two more guards stepped in, grabbing one man each. They both struggled like five year olds, flapping their hands carelessly about!
"Break it up, ladies!" A guard screamed.
"The only lady here is THAT pathetic excuse of a HUMAN!" L'Belle screamed.
"At least I haz colorful hair! Waz eez that on your head? Did you rob the judge of hez hair?!"
So, this was my first time writing Armstrong, and I cannot for the life of me write his normal speaking way, which is why I had to tone it down. Also, to JP, I am SO SORRY for the MASSIVE delay in this. It was fully because of my laziness, so I apologize.
