"That... that...!"

"Hussy? Jezebel? Scarlet woman?" Yvette looked up from her thesaurus at Angel, whose hair was literally aflame, as she paced around the suite.

"Yes! All of the above! I mean, and HIM! Asking her! Right in front of me!" She stopped and pouted, blowing a lock of hair out of her eyes with a sigh of blue flame. "Boys suck. And... grr!"

"If it is not to be prying?" Yvette said softly, "You and Julio are not the dating for quite some time, yes? Perhaps you are being... how do you say, green-eyed monster?"

Folding her arms, Angel sat down in midair, floating on a thermal updraft and continuing to pout. "Dances are the suck," she announced.

Yvette simply nodded and tucked her invitation lower in her book as she kept reading.
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