And then she turns the video to herself. Her dark roots are more visible and her pallor is off but she appears pleased with herself. There's a smudge of black paint on her cheek. ]
Anyone up for a game of darts? [ She says it with mock cheer, a spit in the face or whatever god is trying to force her to feel what they want. Her expression sours for a single moment, words turning icy. ] And to the asshole who thinks it's cool to play with our loved ones: fuck you. May you lose someone you care for and never, ever be able to bring them back.
[ Her eyes begin to sting as she punctuates that last sentence, nose turning a few shades pink, and she quickly swallows it back, bringing a drink up to her mouth with her other hand. It'll be over soon but for now, it's pain. It's pain for the people she loves here and she won't be quiet about it. She lets her voice soften as she continues, though her scowl remains. ] It's open to all, obviously, and I'll make certain to do upkeep on them so you never have to miss their stupid, smug ass faces. Though, someone should sew up a curtain large enough to cover that wall when no one's playing; no one wants to see them all the time.
[ Don't you love how she doesn't ask? In any case, she ends the feed at that moment. If anyone wants her, she's available at the bar for action threads, tossing makeshift darts at Sorrow's face. ]