Ruby chilling at Meg's place on her couch. Meg comes in and greets her with, "Manipulative bitch."
"Brainless skank," Ruby answers by rote, then looks up from her magazine, "What's up?"
"Just wanted to know what Lilith's whore was doing lounging around on earth while there's infrastructure in hell to sort out."
"I thought Azazel's bastard had that covered, seeing as she micromanages every last step of the process."
"Well, if demons spent more time cooperating and less time tearing each others kidneys out, we'd be done by now. Did you hear, down on floor 56 today-"
"Anyway," Ruby interrupts abruptly, "I'm not lounging, I'm lying in wait."
"For what?"
"This." Ruby stretches up and steals a kiss, then smugly snuggles back down into the couch.
"Aha. I see. A strategy." Meg climbes over the back of the couch and kneels over her, pressing in close, all thoughts of floor 56 abandoned.
"An effective one."
"I'll say."
Ruby reaches under the couch and pulls out a clipboard. "Almost as effective as this rezoning proposal for the lakes of lava."
Meg reaches for it, but Ruby pulls it away.
"You don't have to read it. You've read enough. It's good. You know it's good."
"Because you wrote it?"
"Exactly. So do you want to read, or do you want to do-" Ruby squeezes her thighs around Meg's legs "-other stuff?"
It takes about 5 seconds of challenging eyecontact before Meg sighs and summons a blood pen, scrawling her signature across the place Ruby points to. The contract flames up as soon as she's done, sent to the file clerks downstairs.
"Manipulative bitch," Meg mumbles into the bare skin of Ruby's neck, between kisses.
"Pussywhipped idiot."
