Was Enrique Montoya a kid person? That was like asking if Satan should get a dad of the year award. The answer, in other words, a resounding HELL no. Rather, Enrique avoided them. Kids were like… animals. Correction: rabid animals. You had to train them… clean them… feed them… tell them not to lick random things… like honestly what was the use of one of those rugrats? Just so that they could grow up and become bigger assh0les? Nah, not worth it. Not to mention, when they were in their kid form they were soooo fcking annoying. Like my god, sit your ass down and go play a video game or something. Did they ever listen? No - take this little chick for example. She had finally disappeared and once again, here she was, standing in front of him being an annoying… little person. Her poor parents - though, then again, Enrique Montoya never understood why anyone would subject themselves to having kids. What a waste of fcking time and energy. So if anything, it was her parent’s fault in the first place for bringing this kid into this sh!tty world.
“Are you a witch?”
Right. That was the question he got. He forgot little people were also idiots and didn’t understand common sense. A frown met his lips as the man rolled his eyes at the girl, who only continued to talk. If he thought ignoring her would work, well… he was dead wrong because within a second she went on and on about locking VC in a castle and… cutting her hair? What the actual fck? There was also something about not letting her play with her or… about a billion other people, who he assumed were either her friends or siblings. In a way, if he did lock VC up, let’s be honest, he would be doing her a huge favor in not dealing with this…pest.
When she finally shut the fck up, he looked down at her with an unamused expression, “Damn, kid. You caught me. I am a witch, now go away before I turn you into a rabbit,” he responded, almost going along with her words - just to make her disappear… if only magic was real. “And then Ronnie and your mom and dad will never see you again. We wouldn’t want that, would we? So go away.” It was with those words that he took another long drink of the champagne, wishing it was stronger just so he could get through this damned day. But, alas, as he drank, the kid stayed right in front of him - starting at him with those beady little evil eyes. He couldn’t help but laugh slightly as she called the drink apple juice almost wondering if her parents needed just as much alcohol as him to get through a moment with her. After all, lying that it was apple juice would have been a smart way about getting drunk. “I do, but this is magic apple juice kid. ONly for witches and bad people. You don’t want to end up like me, do you?” Yeah… he didn’t think so. Go the fck away kid.