"I need to borrow your Honda," Bernadette says solemnly.
SA Juleia barely glances up over the top of her fitness magazine. "No."
"But I need it."
"No." The angel licks the tip of her finger and turns the page.
Bernadette stands with her hands in her pockets, whistling tunelessly, and after a couple of minutes of Juleia ignoring her, looms over the top of the magazine. "If you don't let me borrow your car," she says, "I'll tell SA Sashara that you're not interested in her because you have a thing where you're only horny for feet."
Juleia sighs noisily, puts the magazine aside, and straightens up in her chair. She looks up into Bernadette's looming face.
She deliberately widens her eyes into an expression of inexpressible puppydog hurt.
"That doesn't work on me," Bernadette says.
Juleia somehow makes her eyes even rounder and wetter. She ever so slightly pushes out her lower lip.
"Literal hellspawn," Bernadette says.
Juleia's lip begins to wobble.
"Fuck, how are you doing that," Bernadette says crossly. "Please can I have a ride to the mall?"
"Not if you're going to shoplift anything," Juleia says placidly, picking her magazine up.
Bernadette whines and gently kicks at the leg of Juleia's chair.
"Pretty sure Sash has feet, anyway," Juleia adds.
"I promise not to shoplift anything," Bernadette says, as if every word is individually and painfully pulled out of her.
"Cool," Juleia says, and lowers the magazine again. "Where are we going? Hot Topic?"
"Are you even allowed to be this much of an asshole?" Bernadette whines.
