Clove (sweetsadist) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2020-09-16 20:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !complete, !log, clove (sweetsadist), ~2020 september, ~~thomas (runningthemaze) |
Who: Clove and Thomas
What: Decompressing after the workday
When: Wednesday evening
Where: Starbucks
Warnings: TBA
Status: Closed/On-going
Most days, Clove actually didn't mind her job. Okay, yeah, she hated dealing with people. She was not a people person. But the stuff she actually had to do? Wasn't that bad. Once she'd been shown everything, it honestly wasn't that hard. Or maybe she was the only one who thought so, who knew?
Most days were reasonably alright, possibly because she was a bitch who took no shit and gave it right back to people -- thankfully management liked her -- but every now and then, there were days that really made her wish it was acceptable to kill people. She wouldn't actually do it, but oh the option would be nice sometimes. Like today, when it had seemingly been nothing but high-strung soccer moms and know-it-all business owners.
She was so going to go back to the Settlement and drink.
Clove had just clocked out and was waiting on a drink of her own -- blessed, blessed caffeine -- when she noticed a guy who looked some kind of cross between confused and resigned. "Something wrong?" she asked, attempting to be helpful.