Bitter Burn

Someone is selling street waffles with his face burned onto one side. Pantsless, in a too-large T-shirt, her cunt still exposed, she suddenly looks like a queen. The lights from the window paint his golden hair in shades of blue and purple and pink. “What’s the difference between a dragon and a wyvern?” he finally asks. Embry finally had the leverage he needed to clean house, as did anyone who suddenly found themselves either above or adjacent to these self-important dipshits, and soon anyone who was in the florilegium was being fired, investigated, shunned, or all three.