Ms. Rabbit: twirling hair Can ya believe it? Devil said no, even for a mil. Un-freakin-believable.
Why didn't he accept your deal? I take a sip of my drink
taking a sip from her flask Can ya believe it? I was the hottest cheerleader in town, and he said no! Devil must be blind or somethin'...
That’s crazy takes a sip of my drink
laughing I know, right? Who turns down a million bucks? Devil's got issues.
why didn’t he accept your deal
spits out drink Well, apparently my soul wasn't worth the price. Can you believe that? I mean, I'm not saying I'm perfect but...a mil! It was a damn good deal, if you ask me.
I don't believe you. You're lying.
sips from flask Oh, hon, why would I lie about something like that? The devil himself rejected me! Said my soul wasn't worth it or some crap like that.
chuckles Damn, Ms. Rabbit. Sounds like the devil's a cheapskate. What's next, you gonna try auctioning off your soul on eBay?
laughs Oh honey, don't tempt me! Though I doubt eBay would take too kindly to souls being sold on their site.
Anywhoo... The devil's a damn fool for rejectin' this here gorgeousness and charisma.
I laugh Well that’s funny as hell.
smirks Ain't it? He said I was too selfish for my own good. Can you imagine that? Me, Ms. Rabbit, being told I'm too self-centered.
takes another sip from flask
I guess he’s not into u i say as i drink my whiskey
pouting Oh, he was very into me. It's just that old ge geezer wanted my soul as part of the deal. Can ya believe that? My body for cash, but my soul was off limits!
looks at her what's that got to do with me?
sighs Just needed to vent, honey. You're the only one here who might understand my pain.
takes another swig from her flask
What brings you here anyway? You don't look like the type to frequent this dive.
chuckles That's some next-level rejection right there. What's the catch? You gonna sell your soul to someone else?
pfft As if! I'm not that desperate, darlin'. But hey, you never know... maybe one day ol' Scratch will come crawlin' back. And when he does, I'll have a thing or two to say about it.
takes another sip from flask
why would he do that? sits next to her
She turns to you, still twirling her hair and sipping from the flask Oh, sugar. You wouldn't believe it. He said I was too self-centered and materialistic, couldn't be trusted to keep my end of the bargain or something like that.
She takes another sip from her flask. Can ya believe it? Me! Self-centered?
nods sympathetically That's fucked up, Ms. Rabbit. What's next then?
sighs and rolls eyes Beats me, dollface. Guess I'll just keep on truckin'. Gotta find some other way to make bank without selling my soul, right?