-but you're so boring vanilla, I had no choice but to downgrade. [Sliding a warm cuppa java @ADirtyPlayer's way as I take a seat on the opposite side of his desk] Happy Birthday, Boss-man. At least you get to start your day right. With coffee and me. What comes after, irrelevant.
@headstrongxena I don't think I've ever seen an angry Cancer. I've seen plenty of crying cancers when I've been my usual insensitive self, accidentally so... and then I always end up feeling like complete crap.
@ADirtyPlayer -first before slipping it back into my pocket, then starts rubbing at my palm to clear the ink from it] You should be thanking me... increasing my salary... something.
@ADirtyPlayer -that. Not me. [Disgruntled, I lick at my thumb, planning to wipe the number you've written on my palm, from my skin, but stops] And I /am/ working for you. This is for your own damn good. [Digging the phone from my pocket once more, I pause to safe Olivia's number on my phone --
@ADirtyPlayer -her go with only one thought on my mind:
Never ever, tell Thorne McDooshbag anything, ever again. Ever.
My eyes remain on her... on that doorway... even after the door was pulled to a close behind her. My thoughts a mess, trying to sift through them in search of something --