Jim Reynolds ☞ Toby Ziegler (paranoidnudnik) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-08-17 21:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | jim reynolds, kit harris |
Who: Jim Reynolds and Kit Harris
What: They're both working late at the Agency tonight... bow chica bow wow.
When: Tuesday, August 17 2010
Where: Jim's office, London Agency
Warnings: TBD? >.>
It wasn't out of the norm for Jim to work late on any given night of the week. Ever since he'd taken over as head of the media department he'd been swamped, apparently the guy before him hadn't just bailed on them, he'd also never done his fucking job. At least that gave Jim even more of a reason to be in a bad mood at any given moment. Aside from his brief conversation with Mal earlier in the week, he really hadn't had much of a reason to be in a particularly good mood. Even the poker game with a few of his better halves hadn't done much to relieve his currently very surly disposition. Nothing ever really did. Except maybe Kit.
Sure, she was the reincarnate of Leo freakin' McGarry, but she was also pretty funny in her own right and damn cute to boot. Jim actually found it hard to be as much of a grump around her, which if you knew Jim was really saying something. He tried his best though. Maybe a little too hard. No matter though, he wasn't the type to let himself fret over that sort of shit so he just went on about his days like usual. When he wasn't staring at Kit's ass in the hallways he was barking at interns and staring down fellow employees, and as always, staying way later at the office then absolutely necessary.
Jim actually treasured this time to himself, mostly because by this time of night no one else was still in the building, not even Ryan if it had been a day without crisis. He went through paperwork at his desk and chain smoked to his hearts content, so what he wasn't exactly accustomed to was a knock on his door that was now suddenly ringing in his ears. Great, probably the new receptionist forgetting how to set the phones to night service again. Jim might actually kill someone tonight. "Might as well get yer ass in here," he called out after a moment, inhaling another drag and flipping the partially smoked cigar into the ash tray on his desk.