25: We Meet Again

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That's wretched, unstoppable legendary animal

Digital justice now you're gonna know us

Hail to the king and queen of the ruckus

Play With Fire - Sam Tinnesz feat. Yacht Money

Aubrey Bisset

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Aubrey Bisset

Natalia Osipova played by herself

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Natalia Osipova played by herself

"You've done this... how many times now?" Loki asked Liz accusingly with a sly smile from the other side of the room. The brunette rolled her eyes dismissively as she worked to clip her diamond earring in place. There had been a pop-up gala arranged only a few hours ago and she was less than prepared. Liz hadn't even been able to get a new dress because her personal tailor was currently out of town, which meant that she had to rely on her normal wardrobe. She didn't like the idea one bit. It was embarrassing for celebrities to have to wear the same dress twice. But what choice did she have?

"Only twice, don't get in over your head." Loki's lips twitched the slightest bit wider as he shrugged on his dress jacket and buttoned the middle of it. He was dressed in a casual tux and white shirt.

"As if once wasn't enough." Liz shot a snarl his way, her eyes were steely with annoyance and stress.

"I didn't have time to find a date, alright?" Loki raised his brows momentarily as his eyes grazed down himself to make sure he looked decent.

"I'm sure you'd like to think that," The god muttered to himself. But of course, he'd said it just loud enough for Liz to hear every single word. Her face morphed into a more animated pissed-off expression, eyes painted with nude eyeshadow and carefully winged eyeliner.

"You'd best filter what you say because we still have just enough time for me to kick your ass before we have to go." She was still in a t-shirt and sweatpants, though her makeup and hair were fully and beautifully crafted to perfection. It had taken her at least three hours to do both.

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