This prompt came from TacoGuest. Hope you enjoy it~
Oh, rated T for a teensy bit of swearing.
If looks could kill, and if vending machines weren't inanimate objects, if both those things were true then this particular machine would be stone cold dead. It would be a smoldering pile of ash and she would stomp on it and grind it beneath her heels, laughing all the while. Since neither of those things were true, Valkyrie settled on glaring at it.
The stupid soda machine had been all too willing to take her money, oh yes, but did it deliver? No, of bloody course not! She wanted her damned coke.
Any other day, she'd have cussed out the device and been on her way. But not this time. Skulduggery and she had just spent the last 36 hours chasing some demented lunatic all across Dublin. She was exhausted, and sore, and dirty, and most importantly she was bloody thirsty! She wanted her drink and this stupid machine was holding out on her.
How dare it try to deny her sugary drinks? Wasn't the whole point of its existence to dispense drinks?! This vending machine was an utter failure. Its parents ought to be ashamed!
Her thoughts continued along those lines for some time, sleep deprivation aiding both their conception as well as hindering her ability to comprehend the absurdity of them.
Fuck it, she thought after hitting its side again, again to no effect.
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Skulduggery ended the call, having been assured that other Sanctuary agents would be arriving soon to pick up their detainee. He headed for his partner, mentally preparing himself for the possible backlash. As snippy as his partner was when he woke her up too early, nothing compared to her temper after an exceptionally long case. He'd have to keep the jokes to a minimum, perhaps limit his speech altogether and give her opportunity to nap on the way back to Haggard.
"Valkyrie," he called, turning a corner. He halted, words escaping him.
"NOT…A…WORD!"
Valkyrie was kneeling on the ground, one arm wrapped around a vending machine to keep her balance, the other limb apparently having vanished inside. She was practically radiating animosity.
"Don't just stand there," she hissed, eyes blazing, "Get me out of here!"
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