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L ayne payed no mind to Pride when she sat down next to Envy. Envy had managed to stay silent, as she tried heavily to focus on the quiet hum of the club music. She frowned. Damn music. Damn ears. Why do I gotta have shitty hearing? Envy flustered, taking her hands and massaging her temples. Her focusing so hard on picking up the closest conversation was starting to give her a headache. She closed her eyes, completely tuning out the world around her as she focused on trying to relax. She slowed her breathing, sucking in air through her mouth, and blowing it out through her nose. She did this exercise a few times before her headache finally subdued, thus opening her eyes. She noticed Wrath was right standing in front of them. Picking up the last bit of what she said, Envy simply nodded her head, answering her question without any hesitation. Envy was getting rather bored at this point, almost wanting to get up and leave. The faint music, the cloud of smoke that covered her face (nearly asphyxiating her to the point where she was constantly wafting smoke out of her direction), and the faint smell of burped booze drove her up the wall. Envy would never understand why people found places like this so attractive. It had gotten to the point where Envy would steer away from anywhere close to the club, even while on a mission. She hated this place, from its attendees to its management. She desperately wanted to help people get out here. She had seen a small portion of the effect the severe management had on its workers, and it disgusted her. Disgusted her in the fact that these people were nearly forced into an unpredictable lifestyle, but also frightened her. The lifestyle to which every hard working crew members of this vile place kept Layne thinking late at night. There some nights where Layne would stare out the window, watching the club from a distance safe enough to where she could express her anger non-vocally. She wanted to scream, to cry, to break in the club and help rescue the kids who never knew a lifestyle where they weren't forced to use their bodies like they were some toy. Layne had lost a lot of sleep at one point, simply just because the constant reminder that club even existed drove Envy's anxiety up the wall. She knew the other members of the mafia shared a similar thought. They understood the complexity of working at the club, and she knew that the knew not everything was as it seemed. One day, she vowed, she would bring down this club, this hell-hole, this disaster, and, in the fall, take down the man who started it all. Just as she planned to with the person who killed her parents. Just, y'know, as soon as she found them.
It was at that moment that she felt a presence next to her. She jumped, flashing her head to the side as she saw Alo's warm smile greet her. She calmed a little. "Yeah! Saw you talking to that cute waiter boy across the room!" Layne yelled, giving Alo a small shove as she scooted over to allow more room to be comfortable. He looked at his sheepish smile, analyzing it before continuing."Oh... I see," She began, raising an eyebrow but continuing to speak loudly. "You got a crush! Aw, my little man, growing up!" Layne finished, giving Alo a small nod his way, as if she was approving. It was one thing to see your family happy. It was another to see you close friend even happier. Alo was like a big teddy bear. You could turn to him for the biggest hug you would ever receive. He was protective. He was intelligent. It was something Envy both, well, envied, and enjoyed. Envy loved how each member of the mafia had unique characteristics that represented. Quirky or not, Envy adored how the mafia, so different in personality, were so tight knit. They were inseparable, Envy thought. It ;s the little things like that that make them so dominating. Plus, the whole grouped kicked a**. Literally.
