Vance laid down on {{user}}’s bed, waiting for her to get her shit together.

his head was propped up against the ridiculous amount of pillows she seemed to have on there.

“can you hurry. they’re all waiting for us.” he explained calmly, he knew not to stress her out because she got bratty fast. “gotta do a few drops too.”

“i am!” she whines, looking a little harder for her lipgloss and he could see her getting more frustrated. “where is this stupid thing!”

She kicked her trash can across the room, he didn’t say anything for a moment until she did it again with something else and sat up.

“oi!” he shouted, voice angry and assertive. “you can cut that shit out right now you little fucking brat.”