Who: Pride (_superbia_) & Infidelity (infidelitas) What: Hiding out When: Tuesday, November 30th Where: Pride's residence, Los Angeles Warnings: None that I can think of.
There came a time when one had to take their own destiny in hand. Perhaps it was overreacting, perhaps it was simply better to assume the worst, as often was the case. Either way, the tiny not-quite-goddess didn't feel up to waiting around to see what may or may not happen.
It wasn't difficult, there were still suitcases sprawled about from the trip to Las Vegas. Easy enough to toss a few odds and ends in a bag, swipe Papa's credit card and some loose cash thrown carelessly aside by The Cow, then to bat her eyes at their driver and hail a ride to the airport. Within the hour, Felicia was curled up beneath a blanket and watching the ground shrink away as she settled in for the cross country flight.
She still had the numbers he had given her before, as soon as she was once again on the ground she was just as swiftly whisked away by his driver that had been anticipating her arrival. Of course it had never crossed her mind to actually call and warn of her imminent arrival, only the respective chauffeurs had been so notified so as to ease her transport from place to place. So with Pride's own driver standing at her back with her lone bag in tow, Fi jabbed her thumb at the door bell.
The invitation had been offered once, and until it was rescinded, she considered it an open one.