(Takes place during FTA/ARHR Season 3)
Victoria chucked her hair up into a small braid; beginning to work on Dusk's dress for Sloane and Luther's wedding. Not to mention, the salon was only a few steps away from the bachelor party, whose annoying, drunk singing was irritating her to the core.
A couple of moments ago, the couple announced their engagement to everyone, who was left. However, a majority weren't pleased with the decision; Victoria being one of them. There were two reasons as to why she thought a wedding was ridiculous, at a time like this. The first reason was that, they were literally on the brink of death at any moment. There was no clock that said how long they had left. As much as she wanted to, Victoria couldn't keep the thought of the Kugelblitz exploding at any moment being the main thought in her head.
The second reason was that, Victoria couldn't believe out of all things, Luther and Sloane were celebrating love. Now, don't get Victoria wrong. She didn't show it, but she was happy for the two, deep down. But, those two wanted to do a wedding, right before their deaths? Have you heard anything more ridiculous? Love was something that she viewed as depressing, and life-tearing. It was nothing more than something that could ruin someone in less than a second, with no briefcase available to rewind.
Victoria's inner vent was interrupted, as the salon door opened; turning around to see it was Dusk. "There you are!" Dusk sighed with relief, shutting the door behind her. "Yeah, I've had to listen to your brothers and that bastard sing, obviously a bit tipsy...no wait, far from tipsy. It gets old after a while, you know?" The red-head stated. Dusk nodded in reply, and came over to see the results of Victoria's sewing.
Victoria stood back a bit; allowing her friend to analyse her work. As the phoenix's eyes darted back and forth with the dress, it only created a nerve in Victoria. Was something wrong with the dress? "I love it!" Dusk exclaimed, hands on chest. "And you better! I spent ages on this, and I ain't doing it again. Not with the wedding in a few hours!" Victoria responded; doing her best to cover up her relief. Dusk slightly noticed, causing her to chuckle.
"So, where's yours?" Dusk asked her. Victoria looked at her like she didn't know she said. "What do you mean?" She questioned. "Okay, let me put it this way, where's your dress for the wedding?" Victoria then shook her head, exclaiming 'no' a couple of times. "I'm not going to that wedding!" She then nearly screamed. "Why?" Dusk asked with concern. "Because...if I go to that wedding, I'm stuck with ice shit and the bastard!" The redhead exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air. "Come on, Vic, you're part of the family!" "Not really; my family's Lila."
"It'll be fun! Please!"
"No!"
"Please!"
"You're insane!"
"Pretty please?"
"A thousand times no!"
"Please, Vic!"
"Vete a la mierda, fenix!"
"Do not use Spanish on me! You are going!"
"I'm not doing this! You can't make me!"
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Dusk had eventually convinced Victoria to let her measure her to make a red-themed dress for her. "You are SO lucky you're my best friend or I'd kill you right now." "Come on, this isn't so bad! Just keep your arms straight." Dusk smiled but she only got a hard glare from the red-head. Victoria eventually complied, as she marked down the red-head's measurements.
