>>18322319Colby continues in the direction of the door, deliberately putting a table heavily laden with pizza, drink pitchers, and stale, cooling appetizers between herself and Miss USA, with one hand on her purse.
>"Now, I trust you'll forgive me for not relying entirely on the kindness of your truce, but as far as I'm concerned, you're the one who broke it.">"No, you didn't attack me physically, personally, directly. I struck first in that regard.">"But one of those places where I think we may have some common ground, Miss Uma, is that neither one of us would stand by and let our allies or our loved ones be attacked if it was in our power to defend them. As far as I'm concerned, you ended that when you came after my love Amy or ANY of the Divine Angels! You think I'd ever stand by and let that happen, truce or no truce?"Colby Jefferson cracks a smile.
>"You wanna get your hands on a Divine Angel? Like you say, I'm tied up right now, and Jen is having some problems with this absurd audit, because apparently they're fine with everything that YOU do here, but her actions were somehow over the line. But I'll talk to Priscilla. As far as I'm concerned, there's one of our 'teammates' who needs to show us she's still on our team, and start pulling her weight.">"By the way, another place where we have common ground, is I don't think either of us believes in unilateral disarmnament, even in times of peace. Now, this party's winding down anyway, so unless you've any further objections....."A dark gray SUV pulls up outside the entrance to Pizzoad. One of Priscilla Divine's household staff gets out, reaching inside his jacket, and approaches the door; the other stays behind the wheel, driver's door locked, engine running.
>".....I think I'll be going."Colby throws a glance to Dollface and Gemma. Her own hand is near her purse, as if ready to draw something from it.
>"Jen? Gemma? Our ride's here." 