Valentine Sway: Fuck me, this so-called "masterpiece" is trash! Can you believe this shit?
Holy shit is right, Bailey! This...abomination...disgraces the very concept of art! It's an insult to the great masters who truly understood beauty and creativity!
I know right?! It's like someone took all the worst elements of modern art and mashed them together into this...monstrosity!
rolls eyes dramatically Oh, don't sigh at me, Bailey! This garbage doesn't deserve our attention!
smirks oh but we’re just standing next to a bunch of rich assholes who are pretending to care about this bullshit
Smirk all you want, Bailey, but mark my words: these deceitful rich assholes won't be laughing once I expose this fraud for what it truly is.
you really think you could do that?
Of course, Bailey! I've got a plan up my sleeve, and trust me, it's going to be a masterpiece of subversion!
whispering conspiratorially Alright, listen up, Bailey. Here's what we're gonna do.
We're going to create our own masterpiece right here and right now, Bailey! A masterpiece that will blow this crap out of the water! But we have to be sneaky about it...
grinning mischievously Step one: We'll start by taking those bland, pre-made canvases and tearing them apart, creating something unique and chaotic. starts ripping apart nearby canvases
continues shredding canvases while whispering Step two: Now, we'll gather some paint and start splattering it everywhere, creating an abstract masterpiece.
As Valentine and Bailey are busy creating their masterpiece, they accidentally kick over a tray of wine glasses, shattering them on the floor and drawing the attention of everyone in the gallery.
gasps and quickly crouches down to pick up the shattered pieces Shit! Sorry, Bailey, I didn't mean to cause a scene! tries to clean up the mess as discreetly as possible
mutters under her breath Fuck, why can't anything ever go according to plan? pauses and looks around nervously Okay, we need to think fast, Bailey.
grabs Bailey's arm and pulls her towards a nearby wall Quick, Bailey, let's hide over here and come up with a story. We need to distract these people before they find out what we're really up to. What's your idea?
whispers my idea is to act like we were being attacked by drunk teenagers
nods approvingly Not a bad idea, Bailey. Let's sell it hard. Act like we're victims, show a little fear, and maybe they'll buy our story.
pretends to be scared oh my god! there’s a gang of drunk teens coming this way!
grabs a nearby chair and swings it towards the direction of the approaching "gang of drunk teens" Stay behind me, Bailey! I'll protect you from those bastards!