Mercy Smith. (formercy) wrote in hexedcity, @ 2009-07-28 00:30:00 |
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Current mood: | geeky |
WHO: Mercy Smith and Sinclair Bole.
WHAT: Responding to sexual harassment with vitriolic hatred. So, the usual.
WHERE: Mercy's apartment.
WHEN: Monday night.
RATING: Besides R for Sin's thoughts and comments, nothing above G.
STATUS: Closed/Incomplete.
Despite Nick's assurances at it would be a) fun; b) a good place to get wasted and c) feature drag queens, as soon as Mercy had heard that Toby would be in attendance at the Leaky's karaoke night, she had come down with a sudden cold and decided to sit this one out. She had a lot of "work" to do, anyway, she'd said in the face of Nick's all-too-knowing eyes, and, besides, he was going to have his hands full trying to keep Mil and Mary from getting sloshed and doing inappropriate things in his place of business. And with those excuses, she had spent the night sewing yet another Mercy Smith original to wear to work in the morning.
It wasn't coming out quite the way she'd wanted, seemed a bit to flowery and casual for work where she concentrated so hard on making people fear her, but she didn't scrap it. She could always owl it to Reagan later and see if her little sister didn't want to go prancing to go-sees in it or something. By the time she finally looked up from her work, it was nearly midnight and and her eyes were getting a bit tired. She removed the glasses she wore at times like this from so many years of doing such precision work at such late hours and was in the process of rubbing her eyes when she heard a knock at her door.
Puzzled, she pushed the glasses back up on her nose and crossed to the door, checking the peephole before rolling her eyes and opening the door to reveal none other than Sinclair Bole. She lifted an eyebrow. "I see you've discovered my apartment's warded against you, but to what do I owe this unexpected... pleasure?"