<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/25/Jhknitcap.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Vicki Rugen<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Izzy's Door, Entrance<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White blouse, black cashmere drape, black pleated skirt, hose, stylized/stylish combat boots<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: None<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Everybody<br/><hr/><br/>Victoria followed the gaggle of gorgeous folks into the kitchen. She'd been to Izzy's house before, but never failed to be awed at how palatial it was -- and, yes, this was a word she used, 'palatial' -- although she'd been in places from Steve Gutenberg's house to where R. Kelly used to live.<br/><br/>"Slainte," she said, as drinks were discussed, checking out the offerings and sticking with the St. Patty's theme. Internally, she grimmaced at the jello shots. A little too much of the wrong kind of party, for her tastes, not that she didn't mind others getting blitzed on cheapo-stinko. It just made her sense memories instantly catch the whiff of MMA fighters' sweat, not the most pleasant odor in the world. Kind of a sour whiff of roids and bottle blonde, too, which weren't her bag, either. She was a classier, chiller kind of drug dealer.<br/><br/>"Hey," she said to Emma. "I'm Vick. For a living, I'm a serial killer. Managed to turn it into contract killing." She shrugged, while pulling up her purse. "What about you?"<br/><br/>Following any answer, she opened up the somewhat large bag, unstrapping the leather from the leather, and uncovered two paper plates full of brownies. "Alright, people, one of these is... the nice kind. The other is the kind that just tastes good. Got it?" She laid them out side by side, then extracted them from the gallon-sized Ziploc bags the paper plates were in. "By bro Doug helped me bake them, cuz I can't bake worth shit, but I supplied the extra ingredient, if you catch my drift. Now, again, Girl Scout brownies," she patted one. "BIG Girl Scout brownies," she patted the other. "No bra. Lots of bra. Okay? I know we'll be drinking and have a good time. I just want you to be careful. I put a little green clover stamp in the middle of the good ones so you'll know."<br/><br/>With this, she took one of the non-bra brownies and took a nibble.<br/><br/>When<strong>Chloe</strong>addressed her, she discretely stepped away from the baked goods (and be-baking goods) and stood away with her little kit with her gorgeous fellow guest. "Hey! Yeah... well, what are you thinking? I have some mild benzos in here, take the edge off. Things that bad? Always can get good, right?" In the purse, she had baggies and vials, with enough lightweight cloths to keep everything from rattling around causing the wrong kind of attention. "Seriously, the brownies are pretty mild and won't give off a smell. Honestly, I have some marijuana topicals if you just want to chill out."<br/><br/>She looked at who seemed to have been bothering Chloe and whispered. "I think Izzy might break us into groups, so maybe get into the other one?"