Seaside Moors Momma's in the beauty parlor, Daddy's in the baseball pool.

"No -- not a single one, the entire fuckin' pack." Raleska spat, feeling a mounting sense of helpless rage. He was just taking everything she was throwing at him and throwing it back - meanwhile, he was ladling on this thick ass smug male charm that made her want to throw the gravy platter in his face.

She was running out of things to say, running out of ways she could possibly make him understand. He didn't want to understand. She didn't want to understand his side, either. Maybe she was being extremely ungenerous, maybe she was in the wrong -- but in that moment, Raleska just couldn't.

Now his gaze seemed like it bore into her, unflinching. She didn't like it. Like a cat scuttling away from a scalding pot of hissing water, Raleska began to ebb. "Fuck this." She didn't have the energy anymore -- he wasn't worth the energy anymore. All the same she found herself hating how she kind of, sort of, thought it was admirable he stuck to his guns. No! Fuck this, fuck him! Raleska gave Wintersbane one last scathing look, and unless he said anything else, she was about to leave.

She would see what Rosalyn and Erzulie thought about this. Maybe they could regroup and point a triad formation of mutiny against Wintersbane... Or maybe, her two surrogate mothers would be okay with this -- a thought that was helplessly bewildering to the girl who had learned from the earliest age to violently reject any sort of change to the status quo.