"Don't slouch, Maxine, it makes you look common," says Barbara.
Listeners, I have just received word that our new visitor—you know, the British one, with his soul unwillingly tethered to a non-euclidean facet of what we perceive to be human terror—is listening to our show!
Vindice makes ready for an assignation.
(Written for forthegothicheroine's prompt: "Vindici if the Duke and his family were vampires.")
Andrew makes for a bad date, even when he's not the one paying. Fletcher is determined to drag him all over New York or die trying.
Hickey leaves his mark on Gibson.
Newt's taken up an alternate payment plan.
Eve has always been older and wiser.
The world hasn't ended, and Raleigh's pretty sure he's glad. That doesn't mean he's happy about the PPDC wanting them back.
May tries not to think about everything Jasmine does for her.