Circe was getting irked with the teenage girls. Her she was being economical enough to take public transit, or covert or whatever. But now she was stuck outside a school waiting like a good mortal would. And she was having to deal with a bunch teenagers having a tiff. A little clique bullying a solo victim.


Not that she didn't collect some Glamour from the bullies, it was there and free right?


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Circe wouldn't have cared to get involved beyond that save for one problem. A teensy little issue that was snowballing into an avalanche. The bullies were playing up the valley girl stereotype. After the 40th "like" the elf had gotten genuinely annoyed. As in, contemplating kneecapping them kind of annoyed. They get the 100th "like" and she might do that.


"You know before critiquing her fashion sense you girls should look in the mirror. I mean, those shoes with your eye colors?" She snorts, "I'd give yo props for color coordinating each other but pink matching instead of complimentary colors isn't impressive. Especially since your purses are all different shades of pink." She gives the bullies a flat look, "You didn't even notice that did you?"


Whatever the lead bully was going to retort with was broken off as the quartet held their purses to each other to compare. One gasped, "Oh no they aren't!" Another bemoaned, "But we like bought these like only like 3 months ago." The leader looked to the girl they'd been bullying, "We'll get back to you like as soon as we get the colors right. And your purse is like totally the wrong old lady."


45th. Circe is in one of her usual business suits. "It is a office tote bag, not a purse you fashion ignorant toddlers. That is the basics of the basics to know what is an isn't a purse. You call a duffle bag a big purse or something? Disappointing you are. Truly a disappointment."


The pink quartet stormed off. Circe shook her head, "Fuck me but that was a pathetic bunch." She still felt plenty of wrath. Coming from the last teenager still present. Circe's ear twitched hearing the girl say something about kill and gun. While the elf would gladly promote her court's emotions, and her business, in this case she thought different.


"Might I suggest a taser instead kid," the girl looked up at Circe. Her eyes were wide with surprise and fear, "Uh, I wasn't really going to." The Fairest cut her off, "Certain brands have a fun side effect," Circe's smile was ear to ear, "Of making the target empty bladder and bowels. Or if you are good with computers try countering from cyberspace. They clearly have fragile egos. Like peanut brittle." An Iron Spear could respect Wrath and Vengeance. So who was she not to encourage it?


Not healthy advice certainly, but Circe wasn't a good person.