That hour was not wasted, but the time in which it flew past had Marisol glancing twice at the clock. She guessed the reason everything going so smoothly was due to her keeping back and not pestering Dorian so much that he felt the need to drink his frustration away.
The kitchen was abandoned as she sat perched on the edge of her sofa, beer stein and root beer bottle on the coffee table, eyes locked on the screen of her laptop. Her trip across country with Iain and Piper was coming up fast, and she had work to finish up before the bosses would let her run away.
Who ever the hell Skrillex is.. they have some really shitty music.
Frowning she took the ear buds out, turning off the youtube music list she had set up to listen to the bands she was being expected to check out and bring CDs of in case the higher ups wanted to pull younger audiences. Like hell would she play that steaming pile on the air.