Emmie worked herself up to a towering rage the way over. "That bitch! I'll fucking show her." Emiliana hissed dangerously. Deidara backed off and tactfully held his tongue. She looked like she was ready to take on the Yakuza, the Mafia, and his gang all at once. Emmie used the key card and opened the door to her sister and ex fiancé's apartment and studied the place for a second before snarling, "I wanna burn this place to the ground." Deidara looked at her like she had just lost her mind. She disappeared into a room and emerged with a honest to God aluminum bat.
She stalked her way to the cabinet full of costly Waterford crystal and Augarten dishware, pivoted her hips and swung the bat with all her strength into the glass. Deidara stared in shock, he didn't expect her to actually go through with his half assed suggestion to vandalize the place. Emmie was always composed, always collected and seeing her lose control like that was honestly kind of hot. In a terrifyingly arousing way. She looked like a war goddess on a divine rampage. Her elegant evening gown was glaringly out of place with shattered glass surrounding her. Emmie swung again, her raven hair whipping around and a fierce expression on her lovely face.
The cabinet now totally trashed, she moved to the liquor cabinet and raised the bat again. "Wait, wait, wait. You can't smash all of this! That's wasteful! Take the good stuff," Deidara walked over to survey the expensive ass liquor and wine he never would have tasted. Emmie gave a disbelieving laugh, "Only you would be thinking about stealing things when we're supposed to be vandalizing." She studied the drinks and set aside a few bottles. "We gotta make this look believable," Deidara moved the chosen bottles away from Emmie's path of destruction then smirked, "Ok, now watch a real pro wreck this place."
Deidara took a knife from the kitchen and slashed at the couch, the stools, and went into the bedroom to do the same to the bed and pillows. He threw stuffing and feathers into the air with glee. "Oh, I'm taking this," he heard Emmie say. He heard glass shattering, and went out to investigate. He saw Emmie standing on the couch without her shoes take a ladylike swig from a bottle, then hurled it into the plasma tv. "I can get into this," Deidara laughed, grabbing the bottle from her to take a swig and threw it himself. "I know, I know, let's trash their clothes! That's several million dollars there," Emmie beamed. "Shit, I would've done that just out of principle," Deidara took another swig, jumped off the couch and offered his hand to Emmie. She took it graciously and he slipped his arm around her waist and led her into the bedroom.
"Ok, real talk though, just to throw the authorities off our trail, we gotta take some stuff. The big name stuff like Gucci, Fendi, Versace." Deidara warned her, sliding both arms around Emmie's slim form. "Got it, I'm so excited." Her eyes blazed gray fire. The next hour involved the two vandals smashing wine bottles onto luxury clothes, irreparably staining them and knifing handbags, then pouring liquor inside as a final insult. Deidara picked the lock of the safe and cleaned it out.
Catching their breath, they sat in the middle of their carnage on the floor of the massive bathroom. Emmie was wearing rings on every slender finger and necklaces dripped like falling stars around her neck. "I like you like this." Deidara smiled, stubbing his blunt out on his new ashtray, formerly a 200 thousand dollar Hermes Birkin. Being drunk and high off of adrenaline and weed made him bold. Emmie took another sip of her Krug champagne before passing the bottle to him. "Explain," she commanded tilting her head in a way he found unbelievably attractive. Deidara gulped the champagne down and rolled another blunt, glad to be occupied while he confessed, "You're amazing, fiery, authentic. It's like I see the real you and it's fucking scary but at the same time, it's you. You're like this champagne, all bottled up until the pressure gets to you and it's explosive." Emmie laughed, moving her hair off of her neck, fanning her face. "You're not so bad yourself. Thanks for standing up for me, not like I needed help but it felt really nice that someone else did. Hey, I'm a psychiatrist, people always spill thing to me all the time but I never open up to anyone but somehow you did it. Congrats, you're the first."
Emmie accepted the bottle from him and stood a touch unbalanced. "A toast to us! You've got enough money to pay off your debts and I get to vandalize for the first time!"
The hand holding the bottle shook, sloshing the sweet champagne onto Deidara's legs. He stood and swept his hair from his face then stood flush to Emmie's body. He put one hand on her waist and kept the hand holding his blunt far from her bare skin. "I don't feel so lonely with you, isn't that crazy?" She whispered against his lips. Deidara could smell the remnants of her perfume, the alcohol on her breath. He raised his gaze from her lips to her eyes. "No, it's not crazy." Deidara leaned in quickly, closing the gap between them and captured her lips in a firm kiss.