Villain Ch 1928. Vegetable Mode
He opened his eyes and looked at her.
She looked back. Half-asleep. Crumbs on her cheek. But honest.
They all were.
No one bothered pretending to be polished. Not after a night like that. There was no hiding behind flirtation or drama or smug banter—at least not completely. Just people. Wrecked and real. Half-dressed, half-alive, full of something soft that wasn't spoken out loud.
Allen stared at the table a bit longer. At the crumbs. The coffee stains. The abandoned utensils.
Then he stood.
"Alright," he muttered, clapping his hands once, weakly. "Let's get this mess cleaned up before we all go into full vegetable mode."
No one moved.
Vivian groaned. "Why are you like this…"
Jane rolled off the bench with a dramatic sigh and flopped onto the floor like her soul had left her body. "Let me die…"
Bella mumbled something unintelligible and literally went back to the bedroom without a word.
