when: july 31, 2018. where: rookery who: closed @asterfairbank
Frost sighed and dropped her phone in her purse, content to just abandon it for the next half an hour until her shift was over. As expected, Nadia Ives had not taken the news of a limited #99 supply well. While she preferred the model to not make a scene, Frost knew that the fight was far from over. Nadia wasn’t used to being told no and if she wouldn’t take Frost’s word for it, she’d happily let Malachite tell her no. Reaching up, the runner started to rub at her temples.
While Eurya’s original death had been gruesome, she had still be Seelie and therefore not her problem. Magic problems in the Seelie Court? Also not her problem. Spruce’s death and the loss of glamour completely? Everyone’s fucking problem. With the problems coming right at the start of Lugnasad, Frost wasn’t entirely feeling like celebrating but every holiday was a fey Black Friday.
Her eyes fell to the current bartender, unable to help from asking wryly. As hard as Malachite pushed him, Frost knew that the alchemist wouldn’t do so unless Aster had potential. Malachite never invested in anyone useless. “Ready for tomorrow? I have a feeling we might want to bring extra #10s for all the runaway brides and jilted lovers.”