Morningstar Manor

He'd come in early to be sure he got there before she did.

Coffee on her desk.
Afternoon snacks in the drawer.
Lunch preordered, delivered, in the fridge.
And every single vial and file alphabetized, color coded and sorted precisely the way she wanted.

Big doings over at the Manor had made the crowd here a little...hell, a LOT more interesting over the past few days. Pretty people came and went, eating Cook's food and drinking. Always drinking. Conn watched from the bar, wondering what on earth was going on over at Morningstar.

Andras had got into a kind of routine by now, undisturbed by the bustle around him, taking pictures, archiving, pampering models, working with Juanita for the details, with Pammie for what Lewis really wanted, and with Lewis, for what he really, really wants now.

His hard disks were filling up, and people were alternating between hectic activity and utter lassitude.

Somebody handed him a styrofoam cup from the Mocha, and he went on working.


[ooc: Party post so tag in and let the pups chat amongst themselves, or if they want input from one of the staff, please give us a poke.]