<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/15/9b/d8/159bd8603767a84d1b47b7e2fdce9c45--melanie-martinez-makeup-melanie-martinez-style.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Constance De Vil<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>8:00am 20th of October 2017<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Roger Rabbit's Strip Club<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Zander, Adon<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong><br/><br/>Constance heard what Zander said about John Ratcliffe and on instinct alone, she swung her arm to land hard against his chest, glaring at him. "Now listen here Z, I tolerate you but don't push your damn luck with me. John Ratcliffe is not my fuck buddy just as you'll never be. So don't ever let me hear that if you want to stay with me tolerating you..." She hissed, her eyes filled with anger at his comment. Constance was a somewhat kind enough woman when on her good side, but get on her bad and you would likely end up regretting it.<br/><br/>This town had begun to know that a long time back, shortly after her brother's last visit to the Isle, she'd been five. Since that visit, though no one would understand why and how she became so viscous or ruthless. More so than most, and some thought it was connected to her brother. Others just thought her to be a little bitch.<br/><br/>She turned back to her drink and drank the last of it down. "Alright, guess I have work to do. See you Adon." She said as she stood and left the club, not waiting to see if Zander followed her. She had made her point very clear just then, she was pretty sure of that.