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I just don't believe it.
-Meg
"How in the hell!" yelled Meg at the top of her lungs. "Can this be happening? Huh? Tell me that! What did he do?"
"He stole the Crystal," said Holli, leaning against the wall. Esme, Quasi, and Phoebus looked unconcerned, but a little freaked at the harsh ruling of the Agents.
Meg massaged her temples with her spindly fingers. "No, no. He's a minor!"
"What, minors are innocent?" Holli raised her thin blonde eyebrows.
"No!" Meg said again, getting frustrated with Holli.
"Meg, if this is about your time in jail—" Esmeralda began.
"Ugh, shut the hell up!" Meg snapped. "I'm trying to make a point here."
"Will you be getting to that point today?" Phoebus demanded, annoyed. Meg raised her hands slowly, palms up, and began to slowly count to ten.
Holli, Esme, and Phoebus exchanged weird looks. Quasi stood up from his perch on a concrete block. "Guys," he said in his softspoken way. "Give Meg some time to speak."
"Thank you, Quasi." Meg said. Then she looked up at her group. "I feel it in my gut," she said softly. "This kid didn't commit the crime. I spoke to him before. He came around looking for Flynn and Gaston, and we just hung out and talked in front of Bronson."
Esme looked at Meg curiously. "And what?"
"He didn't do it. I can tell. I confronted him, and he had nothing to do with it. He was so confused he got mad at me."
"Maybe you're his next victim," purred Holli. "Maybe he was just mad you knew."
"No, no, no, that's not right," Meg said. "He's honest and open. He's not a bad kid, really."
"Uh, he hangs out at Bronson," Esmeralda pointed out. "How can he not be a bad kid?"
"He's under the influence of Flynn Rider and Gaston Abinford. How can he not come to Bronson?" Meg shot back.
Esmeralda put her hands on her hips. "Okay, seriously, Meg. Your imagination is running away with you. Let's grab hold of reality here. If the Agents want to pin the blame on someone, they wouldn't do it on a good kid. They look at criminal records, you know. Before the
interrogation."
"Suuuuure they do." Meg narrowed her eyes. "He's not a bad kid."
"You know how we're gonna settle this?" Phoebus piped up. "Let's go talk to those blonde girls."
Holli picked up a can of beer off the ground. "What blonde girls?"
"You know, those girls!" Phoebus waved his hands, trying to get the rest of them to remember. "The blonde ones that have the inside scoop on everything and everyone. I slept with one of them once—her name was Laura. Anybody remember the other names?"
"I know all the prostitutes in this area," Holli responded. "I don't know any named Laura."
"She stopped sleeping with men," Phoebus said. "Which is a big step for her. They work as maids in Bronson."
"They're the ones always mooning over guys," Meg realized. "I forgot their names too."
"You mean the Bimbettes?" Quasi raised an eyebrow.
"You slept with one of the Bimbettes?" Esmeralda cried, turning to Phoebus.
"They're just as slutty as you," Phoebus responded, ignoring Esme's enraged and crushed face.
"Let's go," Meg said. "They'll know all about Jim Hawkins." She glared at Holli. "And we'll settle this dispute: is Jim Hawkins bad or good?"
"And then what?" Esme asked. "What if he's innocent?"
"I'm revolting against the government system," Meg said simply. "They're not gonna kill him while I'm alive. This can't happen to another person. They can't have the same fate as me."
"Jim Hawkins?" the Bimbette in the green dress gasped. "Oh. My. Gosh! Yes, we heard about that in the morning papers! What a shame, he was really hot."
"Really really hot," Red responded, shaking her head sadly, making her long blonde ponytail flip over her bare shoulder.
Yellow was busy sweeping up behind the counter. "I wish they would let him live."
"What are your thoughts on him?" Meg asked, leaning against the countertops.
Phoebus looked uncomfortably at Yellow. She was Laura, the one he had slept with.
"Wait," said Holli. "You used to sleep around, right? Who's a good guy to sleep with?"
Damn Holli. Of course she'd turn this right around and relate it to sex.
"Oh!" squealed Laura. "Well, hmmm. Paula, what do you think?" She gave Esmeralda a look up and down. "You need to pull up your bra."
Esmeralda eyed Laura warily. "At least I own one."
Laura let out a loud false laugh. "Anyway. You guys know me, and my sister—the one in the red dress is Claudia. And the one in the green is Paula."
"Thanks for telling us that," Esmeralda said. "Practically changed my life."
The Bimbettes ignored her and smiled at Phoebus, waggling their fingers.
"Tell me what your thoughts are on Jim Hawkins," Meg said, requesting an amber beer from Laura, who complied and began to hand out beer cans to everyone, except for Esmeralda, who rolled her eyes and declined.
"Thoughts?" Claudia blinked.
"Of course," Esme hissed. "They don't have thoughts. They're brainless idiots."
"Awww, Esme." Holli giggled. "Sorry, gals, Esme is just jealous because Laura slept with Phoebus."
Both Phoebus and Laura turned bright red and Esme rolled her eyes at Holli, but the rest of the sisters dissolved into giggles.
"Shut up," Meg commanded. "Tell me about Jim Hawkins."
"Are you his stalker?" Paula asked, sweeping the countertop.
"Ooohh, no waaaay!" Claudia began to giggle.
"I used to stalk him," Laura nodded.
"I—am—not—his—stalker." Meg enunciated, getting sick and tired of these dumb blondes.
"She just wants to know what kind of person he is, as a whole," Quasi chimed in.
"As a whole?" Laura stopped sweeping. "Huh?"
"What does that mean?" Claudia asked.
"As an individual?" Laura guessed. "Who he is as a person, right?"
"She's smarter than the other two," Holli commented.
"That's why I slept with her," said Phoebus with a tiny grin. Esmeralda smacked him on the arm.
"Ohhhh, as an individual," Claudia and Paula chorused. "Oh, okay."
"Okay," Meg said through gritted teeth, trying to balance her thoughts. "Go ahead."
"He's polite," said Paula slowly, as if thinking. "He always has a girlfriend. But he has trouble holding onto relationships. He breaks up with the girls quickly. But when he swings by, he's polite. He's always pure when he has a girlfriend, and sticks to it. No drinks, no smokes. Just talks to his guyfriends."
"Gaston, right?" Claudi checked. "One of his guyfriends?"
"Yeah!" Laura giggled. "Hottie alert!"
"Back to Jim Hawkins!" Meg broke their conversation. "Tell me. Does he get in trouble a lot when you see him?"
"Well, we've had a few deep conversations," Claudia said. "I don't think he liked me very much, though. I mean, as girlfriend material."
"Who could have guessed," Esmeralda grumbled.
"Esme!" hissed Meg. "Please."
"Anyway, he never got into much trouble with the law, I mean, besides solar surfing."
"What's so wrong with that?" Quasi asked curiously.
Laura shrugged. "Solar surfing's okay if you do it in the right time and place."
"But he does it in the restricted mines!" giggled Paula. "More wine, Phoebus?"
Phoebus shook his head. "I'm trying to cut down. I'll have some water."
"With ice?" Paula giggled again.
"Oh, my God." Esmeralda facepalmed.
Phoebus laughed. "Yes, please, with ice."
Paula vanished, and Meg leaned forward. "So...do you guys think he stole the Crystal?"
Laura stopped washing glasses and bit her lip. Claudia pondered what Meg had said. "That's a tough question," she said at last.
"I suppose 'is the grass green?' is a tough question for you too," Esmeralda retorted.
"Okay, will you shut up?" Meg turned around, ready to slap her.
"I don't think he did," said Laura, placing a hand on her chest. "In all honest opinion. I think me, Paula and Claudia have a good idea of who did, though."
"Who?" Meg leaned forward, not believing her ears. Phoebus's suggestion to pay the Bimbettes a visit was going better than she expected.
"A few days ago, a guy came over and got drunk." Laura looked at each of them in turn, pausing. Meg drummed her fingers on the desk. Holli swiped her lips with gloss.
"Are you gonna finish this story today?" Esme asked sweetly. "Or will I be forty by the time you're done?"
"Forty?" Laura appeared to be shocked. "You're going backwards in age?"
Esme gasped. "How old did you think I was?!"
Laura smirked. "Older than forty, I'll tell you that. I mean, girl, have you seen those breasts of yours?"
"Okay, enough!" Meg slammed her hands on the desk. Esme looked like she was going to punch Laura the Bimbette right in her overly-gorgeous face. "Phoebus, would you please remove Esme?"
"She can go," Laura said testily. "But Phoebus, come back, darling."
Esme opened her mouth, but Phoebus covered it with his hand and began to drag her outside.
"The story," Meg said, before anyone else could start up a conversation.
"Right," Claudia continued. "His name is Flynn Rider. I don't know if any of you know him...?"
"Yeah, I do," Meg said, nodding her head.
"Same," Holli smiled. "He's gorgeous."
"I know him," Phoebus said. Quasi was the only one who didn't.
"So," Claudia said. "He came in here a week back after the Interrogations, terrified out of his mind. We were trying to make him feel better."
"I massaged his shoulders," Paula cut in.
"I brought him beer," Laura said with a smile.
Claudia nodded. "We just sat down with him and listened to his problems. And he had quite a few, let me tell you that. And he drank a lot of beer. He drank and drank practically all night and got super drunk."
"And then," Paula cut in. "We wanted to know about the Interrogations, and how they went. So we asked Flynn. And he said—"
"He knew who did it!" said Laura excitedly. "He said he had gone with that person to help them pawn the jewel—but the person didn't sell it, they lost it near Cold Forest."
"He told you all that?" Meg was amazed. "So who is this mystery person who misplaces Crystals?"
"Oh." Laura looked sad. "He didn't tell us that. But it's not Jim Hawkins. Flynn said they had red hair. And was really rich. Jim Hawkins is a no-no for both."
Red hair? Meg glanced around. None of her friends were rich and had red hair. Ariel Triton? She was rich and had red hair. "Was it a girl or a boy? Who he went with?"
Claudia looked up. "Hmmm?"
"A girl or a boy?"
"Are you thinking of Ariel Triton?" Laura chimed.
Meg nodded.
"Well, rule her out. Flynn described a boy."
Meg nodded again. "So Jim defenitely didn't do it? You're positive."
The Bimbettes all nodded in unison. "Positive."
Meg grinned. "I know exactly what I'm gonna do."
"Officer Rhimes!" Meg pounded on the glass window leading to Rhimes's office.
Rhimes opened the door, surprised, to see a beautiful girl with a high curly ponytail standing there, wearing a purple minidress.
"Can I help you?" he asked, then grinned. "Disney High student, right? I remember interrogating you a few days back."
"Meg Chavons," Meg said, glaring at him. "You arrested a Disney High sophomore a few days ago, took him out of his home. You arrested him on a whim. He didn't do it."
Officer Rhimes looked taken aback, and let his gaze travel down to Meg's breasts and the cleavage jutting out from her dress. "Excuse me," he said. "Who are you to question the actions of an authority?"
"Who are you to arrest an innocent person and then condemn them to death?" Meg shot back.
Officer Rhimes moved forward. "The King has ordered me to put Jim Hawkins to death."
"Because the Crystal was found in his room? That has no freaking value!" Meg practically yelled. "I was framed a few years back by someone who claimed I killed my ex-boyfriend's girlfriend. I didn't, though. Framing is a horrible thing. Feeling guilty for a crime you didn't commit. He didn't do it."
Rhimes raised his eyebrows. "The decision is final, Miss Chavons."
Meg leaned forward. "What about the 10 day period the Agents reserve for finding solid evidence? It's been 2 frickin' days! Have you found any evidence? How are you gonna execute him tomorrow?"
"The King's orders don't ask for evidence. And I am to follow his orders."
"SCREW THE KING!" Meg screamed. "You don't deserve to be with the law. You're gonna burn in hell for committing murder!"
Rhimes grabbed Meg's arm. "I'm gonna ask you to leave my office now, Miss Chavons."
Meg folded her arms across her chest. "Well, you just sit your ass down and get a cigarette because you're in for a long wait. I'm not leaving till that kid gets justice."
Rhimes began to walk, dragging Meg with him. "Then you'll wait as well—in a prison cell. You're okay with that, aren't you, Miss Chavons?" Rhimes raised his eyebrows—it was her one last chance to walk away unscathed. Meg looked at the bars and shivered. She remembered her time in jail—a horrible time of peeing in buckets, watery meals, lesbian prisoners feeling her up at night, a cold hard floor, and the threat of public execution looming in her future, blocking it like a brick wall. She stared bravely at Rhimes. "When will you let me out?"
"When you give up this silly 'freedom' game." He held the cell door open. "One last chance, Meg. Give up this little game and walk away now."
Meg sucked in air and stepped into the cell. "It's not a game, Officer. And I won't give it up."
As he walked away, locking her in, Meg said to his retreating back:
"And I'll see you get the justice you deserve."
My mind is an empty blank slate.
-Dani
"Flynn?" Dani had left the police station, driven Wendy home, and then went to Flynn's house. As usual, his apartment was messy and he was in the shower. Dani heard him singing in there.
She walked to his bed and sat down, taking off her jacket to reveal her curve-hugging shirt and booty shorts. It had started raining outside.
How could Hawkins DO something like this? She thought. He didn't seem like the steal-a-priceless-gem-kind-of-guy.
She buried her face in her hands, thinking of what her best friend Wendy might be feeling right now.
"Dani?"
Dani looked up and spotted Flynn standing there with just a towel wrapped around his lower half.
"Shit!" he hissed. "Oh, God, Dani! I didn't even hear you come in!"
"Yeah," Dani muttered. "You were too busy singing in the shower."
Flynn rushed back into the bathroom to change. Dani waited.
He emerged again, yanking a gray t-shirt over his wet brown hair. He walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her on the mouth. He saw the sadness in her eyes, though. "Dani, what's wrong?" he asked, concerned.
"Jim Hawkins," she said dazedly. "Did you read the papers?"
Flynn chuckled. "No. What's up? What's with Hawkins?"
Dani sat on the bed, trying to control the level of shock she was experiencing right now. "He's the Crystal Thief, Flynn. It's him. He stole the Crystal."
Flynn furrowed his brow. "What? Where did you hear that?"
Dani buried her face into her hands. "All I can think of is how loud Wendy screamed over the phone. She's really devastated."
"Devastated?"
Dani looked up at Flynn's face. "Yeah. Jim got arrested today by Rhimes and a few other cops. They took him to jail—they're gonna execute him tomorrow." Tears came out of Dani's eyes. "Wendy is gonna be crushed," she sobbed. "She really loves him, Flynn."
Flynn wouldn't make eye contact with her.
Dani sniffled. "Flynn, what's the matter? What's wrong?"
Flynn stood up. "Nothing. I—" He walked to the window, looking out at the city.
"Flynn." Dani stood too. Now she looked suspicious. "Flynn, you're hiding something from me."
"No, no, I'm—" Flynn glanced back at her with a weird look in his eye. "They think Hawkins did it? I mean—why? How did that happen?"
Dani sprawled on Flynn's bed. "The Crystal was found in his room."
"Pan," she heard Flynn hiss under his breath.
"Pan?" Dani sat up. "I don't know what you're—"
"Nothing," Flynn said through gritted teeth. "You staying over or not?"
Dani nodded. "Can I please?"
Flynn nodded too, and moved to lie down.
But Dani stopped him. "Flynn," she said, looking at him with her large gray eyes. "If you're hiding something from me, tell me."
Flynn looked pained.
"Please."
Flynn let out a cry of frustration and pushed away from Dani. "I CAN'T! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?"
Dani stared at him, totally taken aback. "Flynn—"
"I can't tell you who it is. If I do, I'd be endangering other people. And putting my neck on the line. And if I told you, well, Dani, you wouldn't like me anymore."
Dani gasped. "No, Flynn, of course I—" Realization dawned on her. "You're the Crystal Thief?"
"What?" Flynn glared at her. "No, not me. But a friend of mine."
Dani relaxed a little. "But you're keeping secrets from your girlfriend, Flynn."
"So WHAT?" Flynn exploded. "I've kept tons of secrets from my other girlfriends. How are you any different?"
There was a long silence.
Flynn winced, looking at Dani's hurt expression. "Dani, I'm sorry."
Dani stood up, her mouth one straight line. "No, Flynn. Don't be. I've heard enough." She grabbed her jacket from the chair.
"No, no, don't leave, Dani." Flynn stood up, blocked her way to the door. "Don't go, please. I need you to understand—"
"Understand what?" The freshman girl demanded, her eyes blazing.
Flynn looked away. "I am keeping this secret from you for your own good. You could get in trouble—"
Dani looked beseechingly at him. "I wouldn't tell."
"You'd hate me."
"I would never, Flynn!" Dani glared. "You asked me out, and I said yes. Do you think I'd hate you over one little thing?"
Flynn rubbed his forehead. "It's not a little thing."
Dani narrowed her eyes. "So you're not gonna tell me."
"No," said Flynn sadly, his eyes downcast. "I'm sorry, Dani. If there was anything—"
"Flynn," said Dani, her eyes continuing to spark. "Talk to me when you get your attitude straight."
"No." Flynn blocked Dani's way, grabbing her face and tilting it up to look at her. "Look at me, Dani."
Dani pulled her face away, and tears settled on her eyelashes. "Get out of my way."
Flynn held onto her arms. "Dani, I love you. I love you from the bottom of my heart but this one thing I can't tell you. But I will—later."
"When?" Dani shrieked. "When the execution is over and Jim Hawkins has been put to death when he's not even guilty? When my best friend goes into depression and commits suicide and I'll be left crying for the rest of my damn life?" She grabbed Flynn's hands tightly. "Please, please, please, Flynn, just tell me. I won't tell anyone. I promise. I won't go to the cops. If you don't trust me, lock me up in your closet until the execution is over. But I just want you to tell me and—"
Flynn looked down at her, his eyes hard. "Tell you and what?"
Dani bit her lip. "Set things right. Why does Jim, or anyone, have to die? He didn't even do it, and you're protecting the brainless asshole who did. Flynn, it makes you just as guilty as the one who actually did."
"My girlfriend used to say stuff like that," Flynn said softly, still blocking Dani's way. "She says there are two types of evil people in the world: some who do evil things, some who see evil things being done and don't tell anybody about it."
"Yeah, exactly!" Dani looked up at Flynn's eyes. "If you've ever cared about me, please tell me who stole the Crystal. I thought you were Jim's friend! You can't just let him die tomorrow."
Flynn ran his hands through his hair. "I can't let you go though. It would be suicide on the person."
Dani shook her head. "I won't go. I will go to the execution, but I'll keep my mouth shut. But if nothing happens and they are about to kill Jim, I will speak up." Her eyes turned dark. "Mark my words. The Agents are being too cruel for their own good."
Flynn sucked in air. "Right. Okay."
Dani moved away from the door and sat on Flynn's bed.
"Okay," Flynn said, taking a deep, deep breath. "Ready?"
"I'm ready."
Flynn avoided eye contact with Dani and stared at a picture of him, Gaston, and Jim up on the wall.
"The Crystal Thief is...Peter Tremaine."
Everytime I see her, a strange lust dances in me like a fiery spirit. I desire to hold her, to own her. But one thing I know: Esmeralda is MINE.
-Frollo
Frollo, the priest of St. Peter's church, stood on the stone balcony, staring at Bronson. Outside the graffitied walls, there stood the dancer Esmeralda.
She was so beautiful Frollo envied her perfectly chiseled face and lovely features. Her enormous breasts, her curvy in-shape figure, her curly black hair, her emerald green eyes, her smooth dark skin. He longed to hold her, to keep her forever. But she was always out of his reach.
But wait. She was leaving her friends and carrying out Claude Frollo's biggest dream yet: coming to the church.
He smiled to himself and started downstairs into the sanctuary. He opened the giant doors and spotted her over by a gate, staring out into the horizon.
"Esmeralda, right?" He glided over and smiled. His thin pale face, his lanky figure hidden by black bishop robes.
Esmeralda blinked. "Sorry, do I know you?"
"I don't think so." Frollo held up his thin smile. "I am the priest of St. Peters. Ever come to this church?"
Esmeralda looked away. "I don't attend church."
"What is your job?" Frollo asked her. "Do you work Sundays?"
Esmeralda glanced at him. "I work everyday of the week." I know, Frollo thought. As a prostitute. Dear Esmeralda, I know everything about you.
"I know what job you work," Frollo continued. "I spoke to a man at the bar. You...slept with him."
Esme reeled back. "What?"
"You need to atone for your sins, confess them before the holy saints." Frollo nodded. "Because otherwise, this sleeping with men occupation will lead you right to hell."
"Good." Esmeralda tucked a wisp of curly black hair behind her ear. "It's where I belong."
Frollo took her elbow and began leading her towards the church. "Come inside, child," he said."I will show you how to confess your sins to Mother Mary."
He pushed Esme to her knees before the altar. "The most Holy Altar," Frollo said with a nod. "Now all you have to do is pray. Pray that your sins are forgiven, and tell Mother Mary that you will never sleep with other men again. And join a committed relationship with one man. Promise Mother Mary that."
Esme looked uncomfortable, but bowed her head and began to pray.
"Are you finished?" asked Frollo in a few moments. So eager was he to start touching the beautiful girl. Esme looked up and nodded. "I guess so."
"Refreshment?" Frollo offered. "I have wine, grapes, and cheese upstairs in my office. I'd be happy to share a meal with a beautiful young woman. And one who confessed her sins too."
"No, thank you." Esme stood and headed for the door. "My boyfriend is waiting for me at Bronson. I have to go back now. Thank you, though, for helping me with the atonement."
Frollo pretended to be disappointed. "But, dear girl, it is not wise to refuse a priest. Come, drink and eat with me. It's not a suggestion."
Esme was clearly itching to leave, but she followed Frollo anyway, up a spiral stone staircase.
He opened a door, and she stepped inside. It was a small circular stone room, with a table, a bed, and a cross hung on the wall.
"This is nice," Esme said to Frollo with a tiny smile. "Very...religious."
"Yes," Frollo offered her a chair. "Grapes? Cheese? What can I get you, Esmeralda?"
"I'll have some wine, if you have any." Esmeralda relaxed in the chair. Just a friendly priest, right?
"Absolutely." Frollo removed a bottle of red wine. "Pour yourself a glass, please." As Esme complied, he rose off the chair and lit some candles, placing them on the white tablecloth.
Esme looked uncomfortable yet again. "Uh, Mister, what are you doing?"
"It's Reverend Frollo," Frollo said. "Priest. Preacher. Lord's servant. But not mister."
"Reverend Frollo," enunciated Esme. "I really have to go. My friends will be waiting for me."
Frollo stood. "Well. It pains me, but Esmeralda, you aren't leaving."
Shock echoed across Esmeralda's face, then anger. "Excuse me? Reverend Frollo, I don't under—"
Frollo grabbed her wrist and spun her around, twisting her arm behind her back. Esmeralda cried out in pain.
Frollo walked Esmeralda to the bed and shoved her onto it. Esmeralda was screaming at the top of her lungs by now. Frollo quickly covered her mouth with his hand and began to unbutton her shirt, revealing her black bra. He grabbed her skirt and slowly slid it down. He slid his cold hands up and down her legs, ignoring her muffled screams. He ran his hands along the top of her chest. He kissed up and down her neck and onto her face, on her forehead and pressed his lips into her hair.
One thing he had to give her credit for: she was a fighter. She wasn't breakable—she was made of stone. She was giving it all she had. Suddenly, she got one of her knees free from underneath Frollo's stomach and kneed him right under the chin.
Frollo fell back. Esmeralda got free, screamed as loud as she could and kicked him straight in the face. Blood flowed out of his nose. His dark eyes got angry. "You're going to hell!" he yelled at her.
Esmeralda ran to the window, wrenching it open and jumped, her shirt still unbuttoned, her breasts bouncing, her skirt torn and hanging around her ankles. She yanked it up, but not before Frollo grabbed her hair and caused her to fall over. Esmeralda grabbed a vase of flowers sitting on the windowsill and smashed it over Frollo's head.
Frollo fell back with a groan of pain. Esmeralda jumped out onto the roof of St. Peters and rolled downwards off the roof. Esmeralda let out a scream to try and stop her fall, but no such luck. She held out her arms to stop her fall. She rolled down the slick roof forward, and found herself clinging to the balcony. Praying Frollo wouldn't find her, Esmeralda clung to the balcony.
Now what?
She could think of no other way out as she looked downwards. Almost 10 feet off the ground—she's surely get injuries if she jumped.
She sucked in air determinedly. That was one chance she was willing to take to escape the pervert priest.
She closed her eyes—and she let go of the balcony.
Hey guys! How was this chapter? Cliffhanger! Will Esmeralda survive? What will she do out of desperation? Why is Frollo such a damn CREEP? Yuck, I just want to knee him in face. Go Esmeralda! How was the Flynn and Dani thing? Like it, love it, hate it? And the Bimbettes just bother me LIKE A LOT.
Stay tuned for more of the Crystal Thief! Sorry I keep delaying the execution—patience dear people. It will come. There are a lot of other POVs I have to develop.