Let the big bad pass by

Wren opened an eye to survey him. "You had something else in mind?" she asked, still smirking as she opened the other eye.

Damian shrugged. "I enjoy making Aliceabella's life a misery. If you won't help, I'll just go terrorize her."

Wren immediately sobered up. "The Spindler?" her eyes glinted with bloodlust. "I'd like to wath that show, at the very least." Slut deserves what she gets.

Damain grinned. "What is it about her you don't like?" He asked, amused.

Wren's eyes narrowed again. "She's spineless." she spat. "She's exactly like Ginelle back in England, except at least Ginelle knew how to be pretty." she smirked at something before continuing. "She has power she hasn't earned and doesn't deserve. She has a status she's never used and, frankly, she just annoys me."

Damian raised an eyebrow. "You say she doesn't know how to be pretty- are you saying I have bad taste?"

Wren blinked and shook her head. "No - but Ginelle was very good with turning looks into a weapon. The Spindler...yeah, not so much."

Damian chuckled. "You'd be surprised." He folded his arms. "She seems to have worked her way into Ryland's good books."

Wren rolled her eyes. "No offense - except to her, of course - but I have my doubts. He told her he could see why you left her." she smirked. "But a little torture sounds fun."

Damian smirked and turned away from her. "Perhaps some other time."

Wren watched him calmly, staying silent,

Damian held an arm out, chuckling as a woman snuggled up to him. He glanced at Wren. "I've found dinner."

Wren smirked slightly at this and nodded. "Speaking of which it's about time I found my own." she started off down the road again.

Damian paused and grabbed her arm. "Your not coming with me?"

Wren blinked at him. "If you want me to I will." she stated calmly, regaining her composure quickly.

Damian nodded. "Come on."

Wren smiled and nodded back, turning to follow him. "Where to?"

"The Meagan." Damian replied, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Wren nodded wordlessly, and grabbed a boy by the scruff of his neck as he passed, smirking seductively when he glared at her. "Hope you don't mind." she added carelessly, glancing to Damian.

Damian shrugged. "Why should I?"

Wren shrugged back. "Manners. Old habits and all that."

Damian smirked and opened his arms, two girls giggling and running up to him.

Wren rolled her eyes playfully. "If they start fighting over you I'm eating them for you." she joked.

Damian chuckled and kissed one of them deeply, smacking the other one's backside.

Wren raised an eyebrow. "Showoff." she teased.