Miles T. Bletchley (ng_miles) wrote in beyond_dark, @ 2008-03-01 06:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | * february 2006, - complete, daphne bletchley (greengrass), miles bletchley |
RP: Working girls
Date: 29 February 2006
Characters: Miles Bletchley, Daphne Greengrass
Location: Bletchley Manor
Private/Public: Private
Rating: PG
Warnings: -
Summary: Miles needs to ask his wife a favour
Miles headed back home after his meeting with Finnigan. Girls, girls, girls. Was he going to even have enough staff to cope with the demand? Miles had seen the Three Broomsticks in full swing, and knew just how many people would need to be working to keep the place running.
He honestly didn't think they'd have enough. Arriving back at the manor, he flopped down in a chair in his study. He could have used another drink, but now he had to think of where he was going to get another waitress or barmaid - just to be on the safe side. He wasn't going to have people complaining that there wasn't enough service. It was his own damn pub!
Finnigan had left him half simmering in anger, but he knew he couldn't be furious at the twat. He banished the pub receipts into a box as he sat before the fire to think. He was brooding and worried, and that wasn't a good thing. Why the hell was everyone focussing on the pub, and not the 'upstairs' business? Couldn't they understand?
He shook his head, and summoned the elf to go and make him some dinner. He'd missed it. Looking up just as the elf left, he saw Daphne come into the room.