til debt do us part / merc + endy
Jan 21, 2024 21:55:25 GMT -5
Post by calla on Jan 21, 2024 21:55:25 GMT -5
e n d y !
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Sent Merc the text after Angel's bender - lol wats an audit ?
One sketchy looking e-mail later, one milkshake spilled all over my phone screen, apparently the CIRS is on my ass now? Something about the campaign money, something about the Archytas tuition, something about my mom messing up a few too many sets of paperwork when I was like, thirteen. That shit shouldn't even be affecting me, but here we are.
Snowbyrd is still up in arms about the paternity test. I've got half a chocolate shake left and a reminder on my phone, '9AM CHAPEL!!!' blinking bright pink.
The only plus here is that I'm not hungover because I'm still high - kinda a genius move.
The dog is here too. Princess has been a regular fixture on the campaign trail, the voters all love her. Very good for ratings. Very cute. She's sprawled out on the front pew, belly up and chewing through one of the floral arrangements.
We've got someone from HR too, just to make sure this is all legit and no one's going to get hung up on the whole workplace relationship thing. I was very solemn with it, very serious, I told the board the Mercury was my friend before she was my employee. Our love is very real, the fact that they were even questioning it was very insensitive.
HR looks at me with giant goldfish eyes when she walks in with her businessy getup.
"Where are your pants?"
Obnoxious slurp - "Lost 'em."
At least I'm on time, babe. I was good, alright? Made the eight block trek over even though I know people are still doing their morning whippets back at the party hazard zone. I'm not jealous, swear. It's just too early for this.
But anyways. Merc. She's rocking that sponsored look. That 'use the code below for ten percent off your purchase' type vibe.
"You look, uh, hot."
One sketchy looking e-mail later, one milkshake spilled all over my phone screen, apparently the CIRS is on my ass now? Something about the campaign money, something about the Archytas tuition, something about my mom messing up a few too many sets of paperwork when I was like, thirteen. That shit shouldn't even be affecting me, but here we are.
Snowbyrd is still up in arms about the paternity test. I've got half a chocolate shake left and a reminder on my phone, '9AM CHAPEL!!!' blinking bright pink.
The only plus here is that I'm not hungover because I'm still high - kinda a genius move.
The dog is here too. Princess has been a regular fixture on the campaign trail, the voters all love her. Very good for ratings. Very cute. She's sprawled out on the front pew, belly up and chewing through one of the floral arrangements.
We've got someone from HR too, just to make sure this is all legit and no one's going to get hung up on the whole workplace relationship thing. I was very solemn with it, very serious, I told the board the Mercury was my friend before she was my employee. Our love is very real, the fact that they were even questioning it was very insensitive.
HR looks at me with giant goldfish eyes when she walks in with her businessy getup.
"Where are your pants?"
Obnoxious slurp - "Lost 'em."
At least I'm on time, babe. I was good, alright? Made the eight block trek over even though I know people are still doing their morning whippets back at the party hazard zone. I'm not jealous, swear. It's just too early for this.
But anyways. Merc. She's rocking that sponsored look. That 'use the code below for ten percent off your purchase' type vibe.
"You look, uh, hot."
