Friday, December 5th
Who: Tina and Daryn What: Daryn is "kidnapped" for birthday shenanigans Where: First her office, the elsewhere When: Friday afternoon Rating: TBD (probably low)
When Daryn had said "this weekend", she had probably meant Saturday night, maybe late enough to make it into very early Sunday morning. Surely she didn't mean starting Friday afternoon, shortly after 3pm. But then she should have been more specific. She would learn, in her time with Tina, that unless great detail was given, he was prone to take things under his own interpretation. And even if specifics were given to an excruciating degree, Tina had a way of coloring things to his own liking regardless.
He didn't knock on Daryn's office door. What kind of kidnapper did that? Instead, he let himself in and calmly made his way over to her desk, peering rudely over her shoulder to see what she was doing. "Ugh, God, that looks boring," he bemoaned. "It's a good thing you're all finished with it." Scooping his hand beneath the edge of the notebook, he flipped it closed, trapping her pen (and her hand) between the pages. "You're being kidnapped," he informed her cordially, as he crouched down to her lever, wedged an arm between Daryn and her chair and, in a quick and smooth and terribly invasive move, scooped her up onto his shoulder and stood upright, the poor woman hanging bent over his shoulder like a sack of flour.