She reached down, plucked the keys from his limp fingers, and slid his gold Rolex off his wrist.
The neon lights of Gotham didn’t just glow; they bled into the puddles of the Diamond District. Inside ‘The Gilded Cage,’ the air smelled of expensive gin and impending property damage. Doja Cat - Boss Btch (from Birds of Prey: The Album)
She stood up, the chime of her jewelry cutting through the bass of the club. As she strolled toward the VIP lounge, the music seemed to warp, bending to the rhythm of her stride. When the heavy oak doors swung open, the room went silent. She reached down, plucked the keys from his
“And you’ve got a lot of my leather upholstery on your pants,” Doja replied, her voice a silk-wrapped blade. “I’m not here for an apology. I’m here for the keys. And maybe the watch.” She stood up, the chime of her jewelry
“Next time,” she said, checking the time on her new accessory, “check the registration. I don't do carpools.”
Doja checked her reflection in the back of a polished spoon, adjusting a stray strand of pink hair. “Only ten? I must be losing my touch.”