down the road i go. who: Paz and Ravi. what:where the hell are your pants when: Today, UNLESS MJ IS MORALLY OPPOSED where: A street somewhere uptown. warnings: Possibly Paz being a megabitch (What's your damage, Heather?), but otherwise none. status: Ongoing.
Paz was running late. The meeting with the new client at the firm had gone longer than she'd intended, and she needed to get back to S&S HQ to go over some last minute paperwork before the holidays—never mind that they still had two full days of business, it was like the entire speaking world had shut itself down; did no one work? Needless to say, she was pressed for time, and not terribly thrilled at the prospect of another late night in her office at the tower. She may not have been the most cheery of Christmas participants, but she did relish the opportunity to kick back in front of a fire with a glass of red wine. And not at the fireplace in the S&S Tower's lounge. Maybe she could get Zoe to pick up her paperwork and drop it at the townhouse?
Balancing a latte (skim milk, two sugars, one pump of nonfat vanilla) in one hand with her cellphone, her purse around her other wrist, she stepped to the side of the street and raised her arm, waiting the few moments for a cab to pull up alongside.
"Thank god, it's freezing," she said irritably, as if the driver had kept her waiting for hours there on that street corner. She opened the door hurriedly, sipping her coffee and sliding in, eyes locked on her phone's screen as she skimmed over a PDF contract emailed over from the new client's lawyers.