Peyton Lark ★ Dinah Lance (![]() ![]() @ 2015-07-24 20:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | kai whistler, peyton lark |
Who: Peyton Lark & Kai Whistler
What: They accidentally unmask each other
Where: Whistler, Inc (NY)
When: Friday afternoon, July 24th 2015
Warnings: Nothing too crazy. Though Peyton might hit him.
It was Friday, which meant most people in the office had left by now, but not Peyton. Work was her life, and she wasn't too ashamed to admit that she'd rather stay at work late than go home. Nothing against home, really, except that her apartment was tiny and also a huge mess. She was never home long enough to clean it, so her apartment was more or less in a constant disarray of laundry she could never be bothered to actually put away, dirty dishes, and various old computer parts lying around that made walking through her place something like an obstacle course with landmines. It wasn't like Peyton ever had people over anyway, so the only person around to be offended by the mess was herself, and she definitely wasn't offended. As far as she was concerned, her apartment was just a rest stop in between coming home from work and turning around to go right back to the office.
While everyone else was eager to leave early on a Friday, Peyton could still be found at her cubicle long after the clock hit four, and if there wasn't anymore work for her to do? She invented some. Played with new code, hacked into other coworkers private e-mail accounts. She never did anything sinister with it, she just liked to snoop a little, find out who she was really sharing office space with. Apparently the guy two cubicles down liked Asian porn, exclusively. Pretty typical of a middle aged white dude, but hey. Peyton wasn't going to judge. She was just making a mental note never to high five him, especially after he's spent some quality time in the building's bathrooms. His e-mail account was most active while he was in there. Gross.
There wasn't anything too interesting that she'd found today so far, which was disappointing. She was running out of things to occupy herself with and she was almost desperate enough that the idea of Kai Whistler showing up at her desk to ask her for another IT related favor didn't sound so completely terrible to her. It wasn't that Peyton hated him, really. There was just something about the guy that really bugged her, in a completely nonthreatening way, but still. She couldn't put her finger on it, there was just something about him that made her want to punch things. Not exactly out of the ordinary for Peyton, since she more or less always wanted to punch things. It was a constant state of being for her, actually. Especially since her mom's diagnosis.
"Ugh, come on you stupid thing, download. I command you!" Peyton ordered her computer, shaking a pen at it like she was actively trying to threaten the painstakingly slow speed at which some new software was downloading. It was entirely possible that she was already three red bulls deep, and she was starting to develop a twitch. Just another Friday in the life of Peyton Lark.