Outside. Outside the metal box sounded just fine to Gwen. Comparatively, it had to measure up better than a rooftop in a Helled up version of Los Angeles, where dragons roamed the sky like birds and she'd volunteered herself for the cleanup.
"Party Poison, huh? Sounds more like frat boy drink to me, sugar. And what makes you think you know what side I'm on?"
Still, she picks up the Tablet, not knowing exactly what it was but keeping her gloves on. If this was her way out, who was she to ruin her own fun? And sure enough, when she held the toy surprise in her hands, the sound of doors whooshing open echoed in the chamber and startled her. "Huh. Even Hell's all high-tech," she remarks with a little bitter smile, surveying the gadget in her hand and the face looking at her behind its screen. "Guess some things never change."
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"Party Poison, huh? Sounds more like frat boy drink to me, sugar. And what makes you think you know what side I'm on?"
Still, she picks up the Tablet, not knowing exactly what it was but keeping her gloves on. If this was her way out, who was she to ruin her own fun? And sure enough, when she held the toy surprise in her hands, the sound of doors whooshing open echoed in the chamber and startled her. "Huh. Even Hell's all high-tech," she remarks with a little bitter smile, surveying the gadget in her hand and the face looking at her behind its screen. "Guess some things never change."