venxmedina:
even though it was a friday, it still felt like a monday to the raven haired girl. the week had dragged on like no other, and she was starting to really feel all of the missed hours of her precious beauty sleep. “what’s a girl gotta do to get a decent cup of coffee around here?” venice asked with a frustrated sigh, plopping the mug she had used down onto the counter before walking out of the malnati break room. “i swear, not even my hundred dollar eye cream is saving me from these less than designer eyebags,” she pointed to her face in a dramatic fluster, “tell me you’ve got a solution or something before i lose it, honey.”
ah, nothing quite like a leisurely stroll through areas he shouldn’t be. employees only isn’t really a valid deterrent –– who is shish if not an employee of the universe ? loophole. the winter green life saver stowed in his cheek finds its way between his back molars with a satisfying crunch.
“ –– ey. i’m walkin’ ‘ere ! ” he throws his hands up like a true new yorker as venice crosses his path. his life saver warps his consonants, clicking against his teeth.
“ y’know, for a new york bitch, you’ve not too savvy ‘bout foot traffic. ” a beat. her ask for a fix doesn’t go unnoticed. he’s on his way back from... business. so maybe he’s got a little something he can share.
“ i just might be your lucky creep in a trench. ” shish tips his chin down to his black coat –– the collar’s popped. ‘cause it looks more bad ass. “ what’s your poison ? ”
