Grell Sutcliffe (
deadlyjuliet) wrote2012-04-13 09:57 am
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[Paperwork paperwork paperwork OH MY GOD NO. Grell slams her hands on her writing desk and flips the journal open.]
WILLIAM. We're going out. Now. No, don't argue. We're going.
To the rest of you, is there nowhere in this little bubble for a girl to find a proper hairdresser? Honestly, what have you all been doing?
WILLIAM. We're going out. Now. No, don't argue. We're going.
To the rest of you, is there nowhere in this little bubble for a girl to find a proper hairdresser? Honestly, what have you all been doing?
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[She puts a hand on her hip and smiles.]
What sort of reward would you like, darling?
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I can think of a few things.
[But none can be said in public.]
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[Grell smirks and comes back, running her hands up the lapels of Smoker's jacket.]
Mm...I think I can manage dinner and a show.
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Good. Somehow I thought you could manage that. I'm still only trying one though.
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We'll see. [Because he will never not blush gosh.]
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And I'll see about changing that into a 'yes.'
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Give it your best, I won't give in easily. [Half warning, half just admitting how stubborn he is.]
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Then I'll have to be even more on my guard.
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Mm, yes you will. But don't worry, I know you shine under the pressure.
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