Beckett Mariner (imarealwildone) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-10-09 21:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 052, audrey, georgie, simms |
Who: Georgie and Simms
Where: MZPD
When: Mid-morning
As expected, Owen had won the election. Georgie didn't bother to go on the network and remind him that he better not let it get to his head, but she hoped he kept that in mind. Rather than cleaning up the kitchen, as Edwin had been doing, Georgie had offered to 'guard', or rather, 'sit by' the prisoner in town. Despite the potential for grievous insult, she still preferred sitting around rather than cleaning anything up. And, although it was obviously discouraged, she'd brought a small bottle of Jack with her. Of course she did.
Georgie burst into the police station like she was making a dramatic theatrical entrance, narrowing her eyes at the man in the cell before closing the door behind her with one of her long legs. Despite the years of polite ladylike education she had been subjected to, which Georgie sometimes couldn't shake, she didn't feel like wishing him a good morning.
Looking more taciturn than she felt, Georgie took a seat across from the cell and, pulling a bottle of dark purple nail polish from her pocket, started painting her nails.