brother banger. (inflagrante) wrote in forgotten_gods, |
"I'll have a White Russian," the older woman informed the waitress when she was within ordering distance, "but you'll switch the cream out for milk, won't you, love? And do take it easy on the ice." Her smile was courteous enough, but even the untrained eye could detect the unvoiced threat: Do whatever I ask of you, and I won't you get fired, you miserable twat.
In a matter of speaking.
Only then did Morgause feel the sluggishness of her day hit her like a bag of bricks. She sighed, knowing it wouldn't be enough to cast the exhaustion away, but after a drink or two, she had a meeting with her mattress planned. With no meetings scheduled that afternoon, she'd spent an ungodly amount of time in SoHo while leaving her favorite little intern to filing. And when she was done filing, she would refile until Morgause stepped back in.
Pawns were so good when they did what they were told.