Peony Min (blackmagicks) wrote in emillion, |
Lilith -- the receptionist and occasional file clerk at Shiledwyrm’s EKP offices -- was a kind if chatty sort. Peony had oftentimes found herself caught by the young woman as she came and went, engaged on topics from recipes (Peony had a great deal to offer) to fashion (she listened and said little). It was therefore not too surprising to hear a familiar, high pitched voice call out, “Miss Min! Miss Min, over here!” Lilith had been acquainted with her before the title of Councilor had come to rest on her shoulders. Peony supposed it didn’t matter one way or the other. She was a bit surprised, however, to find that Lilith was hanging of the arm of Jareth Monaco, who was looking stone-faced but very presentable in a suit that seemed a bit small around the shoulders. With a small smile, Peony approached the pair to greet them. “Good evening,” she said. “A pleasure to see you both tonight.” “Evening,” he replied, stiff. He hadn’t wanted to be here, but he’d lost a bet with one of the jackasses in the office. How the fuck they’d gone from wagering gil to loser having to ask someone to this fucking event was still beyond him. And how he’d ended up losing was a mystery; he’d thought he’d had a fucking lock on that cold case. He’d hoped to get through it painlessly, but Lilith was a regular fucking social butterfly, dragging him from one group to the next and hanging off his arm like a spare appendage. One he’d like to cut off. And chop into itty bitty pieces. And feed to the wolves. “Are you enjoying yourself?” Lilith asked, and Jareth had to stifle a groan. Who the fuck cares? he thought. “His Majesty honors us with his invitation.” There were politics at play, of course. Her mind, so much sharper than her speech, had been contemplating them since her arrival, but that topic was better broached behind closed office doors. For tonight, it would be best to enjoy the bounty as though this were simply a fete planned and thrown out of benevolence. “You both look wonderful,” she complimented. “I am certain it is good to get away from your work for a time and remember more pleasant things.” He almost said that he’d rather be at work, doing paperwork, because he had more important shit to do than be dragged around some asshole’s party, but Lilith cut in before he could say anything. “Thank you,” she squealed. “You look lovely yourself. Doesn’t she look lovely, Jareth?” At the woman’s prodding, he looked over Min. “Should’ve worn black,” he said. Lilith jabbed him in the side. “Jareth! You’re not supposed to say things like that!” She turned back to Min, apologetic. “I’m so sorry. He’s been working too much. I keep telling him he needs to take a break, but he doesn’t listen to me.” “I don’t listen to you because I don’t have to,” he muttered under his breath. |