Date & Time: Monday morning, January 18th.
Location: Outside Pest Nightclub
Featuring: @wickedrubin
Sunglasses to cover up dark circles, and cup of scalding coffee in his hand, Fletcher parked his car behind the club. Maybe he would’ve enjoyed a rare London sunshine if he got enough sleep, and in hindsight, drinking until five AM wasn’t a good example of smart decision-making. A barely-functioning human being in the mornings, he had to force himself to get out and drag his feet to the entrance, where his boss stood waiting for him, unamused no doubt. Fletcher Gray was by no means a morning person, but pissing Priscilla off by being even more late would do him no favours.
“Come on, now, boss, I’m only fifteen minutes late, it takes time to look pretty, okay?” Fletcher raised the free hand in surrender as he approached the woman, “don’t look at me like I’ve fucked your sister and left her with a bastard child. Besides, I know a few shortcuts we can take, we’ll be there just in time, scout’s honour,” with that, he dramatically placed his palm on his chest and extended the cup he was holding towards her, “you can spit in my coffee as a punishment if you want.”