#mswendypeyser

[bloodymaryeunice]

Mary Eunice was new member of U.N.C.L.E company. She heard there's a partner to work with her. She never works in pair, she prefers doing her job alone, she wasn't satisfied with this news, but who was she to complain? It was a huge company, good enough to make money more than her last place she worked. The secretary, guided Mary, till an office to meet the woman. Apparently her name is... Wendy Peyser. Knocking the door of her office, Mary Eunice waited patiently to the woman attend the door. mswendypeyser

[goddamnplvcky]

"I'd offer you breakfast, but I think I'm too sore to move."

" you can't cook anyway. "

[bloodymaryeunice]

mswendypeyser

“Why don’t you show me then?”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea, that’s all.”

[ultimatecosmicjoke]

mswendypeyser replied to your post:you watched lana and wendy together. did you ever...

*pot smoking school teacher* yes

{{ Hopefully Wendy’s last smoke was worth every drag before she bit the big one. :p  }}

[sorcierexavecxvue-blog]

mswendypeyser Cordelia sits on a blanket it at the local park watching her daughter spin and spin until she falls down. It's was a relitively quiet day in the park, most of the people there were running the path except one woman who seemed to be staring at her and Elizabeth. "Can I help you?" She asks cocking an eyebrow at the brunette, getting up from her place on the ground.

[what-a-goode-witch-you-are]

Closed rp for Mswendypeyser

(for mswendypeyser ) Well. That was unexpected. 

The weight on her stomach woke her up. And she wished it hadn’t. Because with the revelation of waking, came the revelation of the headache pounding through her skull. Cordelia wasn’t sure just how much she had drunk last night, but however much it had been, apparently it had been far too much for her to face the morning after. 

With a moan of sleepiness and pain she rubbed her bleary eyes and looked to what on earth had woken her up so prematurely when she had planned to stay in the shade of the bed for many hours yet. Two green, distinctly feline, eyes gazed back at her, and two rather perilous looking paws, with claws poised, rested on her midriff where the duvet had fallen. There was a light tinkling of a bell as the cat’s head moved, and the tag hung about it’s neck gave off a metal glint. 

And then she remembered. Oh god she remembered. What the hell had possessed her to steal the bloody cat? She had been incredibly drunk and incredibly foolish and somehow thought it was incredibly smart to ‘save’ the thing from the dullest of alcoholic gatherings (something about teachers, wasn’t that what it was for? That part wasn’t so easy to recall...). She hadn’t done something so cringe-worthy since her early teens. Then again, she probably hadn’t drunk so much since then either. She sat up slowly onto her elbows - urgh her head - and the cat shifted too. She coaxed it closer with fussing and managed to grasp it’s collar. Yes, it hadn’t been a trick of the light, it had a name tag, with a number if lost (or stolen). A number she would now have to call, and coherently explain herself to, in her hungover state. Checking the time - it was later than she thought, the owner might answer after all - Mindful of the cat, she rolled over to the phone by the bed and began to dial, waiting for whoever might pick up at the other end of the line. She could only hope she could keep it together long enough for tis conversation to go well...

[mymslanabanana]

YES LANA AND WENDY AS BONNIE AND CLYDE OR... YOU KNOW THEMLA AND LOUISE BUT LESBIANS

[mymslanabanana]

The School Interview

Lana was nervous in schools she always had been even from the time she entered the first grade. She’d always felt she didn't belong there and that was the case now more than ever before. Her editor, Emmerman, who was an asshole had assigned her to a piece on the town’s elementary school (just because she was a woman and he felt it was the most appropriate assignment for her at the time. “Obviously none of the men can do it!” He’d exclaimed). 

She would’ve protested but had discovered long ago that trying to change his mind was a waste of time. Recently, she’d devised a new tactic: reporting on a very serious, hidden angle in every single story he assigned, instead of writing the kind of article he wanted. So far this always made him angry; but was earning her high praise from the owners of the paper. This pleased Lana and put Emmerman in a difficult position: he was livid and forced into a corner. He could not fire her or reprimand her when she was doing such a great job. 

Today, Lana had to go and interview several teachers, the last on her list was a Ms. Peyser, one of the school’s two third grade teachers. Lana was the most nervous about this, the third grade having been an awful experience for her. The idea of entering a third grade classroom almost made her sick.