" they did what?? I'll get the fuckin' shovel. " regina + @frontsdesk
"Oh, baby girl," The indulgent smile that spread across Regina's lips at the other woman's words was one she had come to associate with Keira. As if her subconscious had chosen only this incredibly ballsy and bubbly spitfire as the honoured party that could always brighten the head of E&M's day. Even on days when all Regina wanted to do was take a wrench to the very expensive sports cars belonging to her father and other MPs who decided cutting UNIT's funding for a third time was a good idea.
It meant she had to do more fundraising and keep the non-governmental funds coming once again. While Regina did love a good party and was more than happy to do the lobbying and persuading on behalf of UNIT, it did sting each time her father was present and would remark about her change in career or lack of presence and dedication to the continuation of the family line. Sir Nicholas could never see the world from the perspective of his only child; whether he was unable or just plain refused to, it still stung. Even more so when he turned nasty, and her mother did her best to make it worse.
Still, it provided Regina with the perfect excuse to talk with Keira, "As much as I enjoy your enthusiasm to help me commit murder, darling, I have a better idea." She paused, and her gaze gained the twinkle of mischief that always meant the best kind of trouble, "How would you feel about getting dolled up and helping me raid some rich men's pockets? There'll be food, music, copious amounts of alcohol, and by the end of the night, you'll have stuck two fingers up to the wankers who have run this country of ours into the shitshow it is today without them even realising it."
Regina leant back in her chair and crossed one elegant leg over the other, eyebrow raised and smile wide, hands folded in her lap, the picture of casual, tasteful grace. "And in all honesty, darling, I could do with someone I trust being in the vipers' nest with me, for once."
