The wish of the empress

Tea with the oil company

Fafalily looked at the person sitting across from him and his mood instantly dropped even further. The thing was stirring its tea with the silverware making sure that the spoon didn't click against the fine China, showing off the large diamond Emerald cut ring on its finger. Shining from the light in odd places and able to blind an already blind man. Completely tacky and far to showy.

It made a move to speak, the rising of its lips opening and its teeth showing in full display. "Tell me, fafalily, how does your brother do?" The thing said. It laid its head in its hand with the fingers spread across its check, once more making a show of the rings it adorned, while the other hand was stirring the tea in a lazy manner.

Fafalily cringed at the sight. It was obvious that oli, an engaged man, was trying to get closer to his brother. Shameful, entirely shameful. As much as he wanted to get up and leave, he couldn't, the public was here and it would bring him shame. His teeth gritted in what he could only hope was a pleasant slime and replied as gentle as he could.

"My brother," he took a moment to try and fix his tone up, it wasn't soft and flowy, "Does well." Fafalily made an attempt to show oli the best expression he was able to muster and went ahead and signaled for it to go on. The moment it saw that signal, it went mad.

The thing continued to talk and talk without a pause, not even bothering to talk about things that fafalily would be interested in. Jimin bought me a car, Jimin bought me a house, Jimin bought me that and this, all about Jimin. Whenever the thing wasn't attempting to lead another guy to his bed, you could mistaken it for loving Jimin.

For money, and the hope of buying a new face.

Although it was clear that fafalily wasn't paying any attention, the thing was still talking. "Do you get me?" It said. " I could never date a guy that isn't able to buy me whatever I wanted."

Disdain crept into fafalilys face and he was this close to storming out. But there was an opportunity, one that would make it clear that fafalily was no friend, not someone oli could walk all over. Keeping his expression now collected with smug, fafalily reached out to stop oli from taking a sip of his drink.

"Oli," stretchting the i, "don't drink that." His tone was mimicking a caring one and full of concern, "I heard it has alcohol, bad for botox."

Olis scaly chicken like fingers stopped midway to his mouth and his eyes turned firce. Fafalily had won, it was the one to break.

"Whay do you mean?" It inquired, its teeth set in a grimy smile.

"I heard you got botox done recently and i didn't want jimins money going to a waste." He looked down at his wrist, "I must get going, i have an important event to be going to. Tell jimin i say hi."

Getting up from the seat and flashing oli a polite smile, he walked towards the door and gave a little wave. As the elevators door were closing, oli seemed to be turning red and smoke coming put from his ears.