Who: Dorcas and Kaminski What: Worst guidance counselor ever. Where: Lobby When: Backdated - October 27th, early evening? (To be confirmed!) Warnings: Not a damn thing except a little language probably.
Her boss had threatened to fire her if she didn't go to the stupid Halloween party. Like that was fair? Did he really have the ability to do that? Dorcas honestly doubted it. But that had been the start of a string of events that had spiraled her down into a dark place. Second had been some moron customer spilled coffee on a couple of rare pulp fiction paperbacks. There was a clear sign that said no food or drinks. And then he hadn't had the money to pay for them. Her boss had unofficially enslaved him for the evening until the debt was clear. Who knew what they were doing.
She had her arms full of messenger bags of books that needed to be gone through and priced appropriately which meant taking work home. And once she'd gotten into the building, she had half shed her coat so one side was hanging off her body... All in an effort to loosen up her arm enough to get the key to her mail box out of her pocket. Trying to fish that out though sent bags toppling out of her arms with two remaining on each shoulder and her holding the key to her mouth in horror. "Oh... my god..."