BECAUSE THE FRONT PAGE CAN NEVER HAVE ENOUGH ARIANA
[[This is Ariana.
She's perched regally on a boulder near the CMA, clacking her scarlet, perfectly manicured claws nails of one hand against the stone. The other is brandishing a rather full wineglass.
Red, baby, don't even think about her drinking anything else!
Apparently she's stumbled across a bottle of wine and is thus having a sort of picnic with herself. There's no better company, after all~
Of course, there is the giant purple murderbeast of an Arbok curled around the rock, but don't worry about her, she only kills on command. And you wouldn't do anything to bother Team Rocket's finest executive, would you? Of course you wouldn't.
Oh, and there happens to be a second wineglass sitting on the ground. Maybe she's in the mood to share.
Can't hurt to ask, could it?]]
She's perched regally on a boulder near the CMA, clacking her scarlet, perfectly manicured claws nails of one hand against the stone. The other is brandishing a rather full wineglass.
Red, baby, don't even think about her drinking anything else!
Apparently she's stumbled across a bottle of wine and is thus having a sort of picnic with herself. There's no better company, after all~
Of course, there is the giant purple murderbeast of an Arbok curled around the rock, but don't worry about her, she only kills on command. And you wouldn't do anything to bother Team Rocket's finest executive, would you? Of course you wouldn't.
Oh, and there happens to be a second wineglass sitting on the ground. Maybe she's in the mood to share.
Can't hurt to ask, could it?]]