Livinia had never cared much for her husband's family. Granted, she had never really tried to endear herself to them – always far to preoccupied with her own family to worry about anyone else's. And it wasn't as though she actively disliked the Plinths – far from it, in fact. Sometimes, she thought they were probably more functional than her own twisted lineage. She was just... apathetic towards them. They were tied to her through marriage and happenstance, and nothing more. They were a part of her in the same way as her toenails were – there, certainly, but generally not worth thinking about.
FINNEGAN was, unfortunately, more of a daily nuisance to Livinia than the rest of her in-laws. He was talented, sure – or, at least, she assumed he was, given that he'd managed to secure this job – but something about him bothered her. She thought it was probably his arrogance. Sure, Finn might share a surname and some vague resemblance with her husband, but, unfortunately, it seemed that he had inherited none of the same humility. He roamed around the gamemaker's stations with undeserved cockiness, and, most days, it took all of Livinia's patience not to snap at him.
"Excuse me?" Livinia replies, narrowing her eyes in disdain. "You'd do well to watch your tone, Finnegan. Never mind the fact that I am your superior, you'll never get anywhere in the world or the workplace behaving like a spoilt little brat, and refusing to take accountability for your own actions." Okay, maybe this was a touch unfair – but Livinia certainly wouldn't be the one to take the blame for Finn spilling coffee all over himself.
to no one's surprise, the disdain went both ways - like an unspoken yet mutual agreement between the two. she knew finn to be a nuisance with talent for his job, obviously, and he knew her to be... well, she was there. clearly not a fan of his, and that would have been enough for him to not quite enjoy her company. with the added fact of her attitude towards him, in his opinion for no good reason, it made a recipe for an unfortunately rocky relationship between the pair.
white uniform now stained and coffee cup empty, he had even more reason to dislike her than he normally would. this, furthered by the fact that she blamed him for the collision when it quite clearly had been her who had so ruthlessly barged into him. he scoffed, tongue wetting his lips as he nodded with a humourless smile. shook his hand dry of the brown liquid in lieu of the napkin he didn't have.
somewhere in the back of his mind spoke a voice which told him to leave it, that it wasn't worth biting back when she so clearly was in a mood. this was, evidently, his better judgement. and as he always did, he ignored it. "you're excused." a gracious offer, wasn't it? "so you're gonna walk into me - almost fucking breaking my nose, also, thank you - and then, what, get me in trouble for it? classy."












