>>19367362>fuk u eat shit and die fuckign loserKasumi hit send, replying to a troll making fun of the Widowmaker Society on Tweetstagram. She absent mindedly pulled out a cigarette and lit up, the bartender glaring at her as he mixed a drink.
"Kasumi, how many times do I have to tell you? No smoking indoors." He said as he walked over, glaring at her.
>Ugh fuck yeah fineeee. Sorry. Can Cassie get a smoking section already? Also top me off please?Kasumi put her cigarette out on a pile of napkins, holding her mostly empty glass to the bartender. He grabbed it, not pleased with Kasumi but used to her by this point. Looking around the bar, Kasumi spots Kelly approaching. She smiles as she walks up.
>Hi. Yeah I've been...Kasumi starts as she remembers fighting at the golf course and her drug induced hallucinations.
>Busy. Sorry.Kasumi watched the video on Kelly's phone.
>What in the worldly fuck...?She wasn't sure what to make of it. She already didn't like Nikki, but this was even more reason to despise her. Kasumi raised an eyebrow at Kelly's plan.
>I don't...know if I want that bitch around. But you're right, Cassie might appreciate that.She grabbed her refilled drink left in front of her and took a swig.
>Although sticking it to the Divine Retards is pretty appealing. I bet that fucker Priscilla's got valuables lying around. She paused, trying to collect her thoughts about everything. She was no snitch, but murder was a bit much, even for her. Nikki might be a whore, but she didn't seem like the type to kill someone. She briefly considered proposing the idea of going to the police, but realized Cassie wouldn't appreciate that, even putting aside the family thing.
>This is some deep shit Kelly...just be careful okay? I'll help if you need it, but if that fuckhead is capable of that, who knows what else she could do...?Her voice trails off. Kelly didn't seem deterred.
>Good luck.Kasumi replied as Kelly tapped her shoulder.
