Liliya Kennedy (evenindeath) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-03-15 16:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-02, amanda, liliya |
Everybody groove to the music
Who: Amanda and Liliya; NPC'd intern
Where: Liliya's office
When: Afternoon
"Mrs. Kennedy, I have that... um... drink you requested."
Liliya glanced up from her study of one of the many reports about what had happened on Saturday - she did not even have the luxury of solely focusing on what had happened in Ann Arbor - and arched an eyebrow at the young woman stood on the other side of her desk. She recognized her in a very vague sort of way, which meant that she was one of the interns. Tanya? Tammy? Tabitha? It was something with a 'T' and Liliya did not remember it. She did remember that she had been highly irritated when she had learned that someone had not thought to stock her mini-fridge over the weekend just because she had been inconvienced with a stint in the hospital. Had they not realized that she was going to be coming back as soon as she was physically able? Obviously not. So when her stomach had started to growl and a familiar twinge had started in the back of her head she had needed to get one of the interns to go to the bloodbank to get her something to drink. This one showed promise if only because she had thought ahead and put the blood into a glass. That cancelled out the fact that she was unable to say the word blood. So Liliya pressed back her irritation and offered the girl the smile that she could be famous for and beckoned her forward. "Thank you very much, Tammy, you were very quick about getting that."
Apparently she had gotten the name right because the girl beamed and started forward. "More is being delivered so that we can stock your fridge. I'm sorry that we didn't have any in."
"That's alright." No it's not. I don't ask for that much from you simpletons. Liliya glanced down at her phone when it chimed at her, extending her hand for the glass at the same time. She fully expected that Tammy would hand her the glass, but it seemed that that had not been her plan. The girl rushed to put the glass in her hand and somehow managed to knock it against her wrist and the dark liquid swirled and sloshed over the side... all over Liliya's skirt. Liliya immediately pushed herself to her feet - well, foot - and wobbled precariously as she tried to keep her balance and from reaching out to just throttle Tammy. It was silly to get so upset over a skirt but with all that had been going wrong in her life lately she thought that she was allowed to be a little on edge. The smile had vanished from her face but, as if by magic, she was managing to keep the murderous look off. Instead she squeezed her eyes closed, counted to ten - then to twenty because ten had not been enough - and opened her eyes again to find Tammy pale as a ghost. "I'll tell you what we're going to do. I'm going to take this off and you're taking it to the dry cleaner. Immediately. Understood?" Tammy nodded. "And get a towel to clean the rest of this up."
While she was gone to do that, Liliya had reseated herself and, with a fair bit of wriggling, managed to slip out of the skirt. She had a spare suit in the closet, but it had pants and she was not... pants would be awkward when one of her legs was doing its best to grow back. Liliya had never gone through the process and she was more than a little worried about doing anything to hamper her progress. By the time that Tammy returned and cleaned the spilled blood, Liliya wanted nothing more than the angelic blood that had been spilled. She had been this close to just siphoning it off the floor. But, blood or no blood, she was managing to keep herself calm and away from the desire to fire Tammy from her internship... until her cell phone went off. Loudly. Playing a song that Liliya remembered from when she was in college.
"Really Tammy? You're a political intern working in my office and you have that ringtone? You have precisely one minute to be out of this room or else you'll find yourself without an internship." Liliya was not even bluffing and her exasperation was audible.
Tammy flipped her hair back and picked the skirt up. "What, don't you ever dance, Mrs. Kennedy?"
Liliya was caught by surprise by the question. By now, most people would have already been out the door. Not asking her questions. "That... no, Tammy, I don't dance. Thirty more seconds." This time Tammy actually turned for the door.