( ✿ ) one muse hands the other a bouquet of flowers. (Joslyn)
“Mmkay, so...” Grace began, walking into her boss’s office holding two rather large bouquets of red roses, “I don’t know what or who you did last night. But they were impressed.” Setting the vases down on Joslyn’s desk and then moving around and leaning against the side Joslyn was currently sat at. “So spill. What the hell happened last night?”










