New York City, Saturday Evening
Eve's day had been a long one, full of dealing with idiotic customers and even more idiotic staff. Especially the guy who'd been working for her for two years who'd jacked up a customer's order so badly that the customer had threatened to sue. Never mind that the woman had been ridiculously high maintenance throughout the entire photography session, Eve had still had to make things right. It'd left her feeling utterly furious and ready to slap someone.
Instead, she'd gone home early and was now settled down in front of her television with Chinese food and really good alcohol. It wasn't violence, but it was almost as good. She'd take it.
Of course, it would've been nicer had there been something decent on TV to watch, for her definition of decent. But there wasn't, so she was reduced to watching a movie so bad even she didn't like it -- and so she heckled it. Not as much fun by herself, but still entertaining anyway.
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Instead, she'd gone home early and was now settled down in front of her television with Chinese food and really good alcohol. It wasn't violence, but it was almost as good. She'd take it.
Of course, it would've been nicer had there been something decent on TV to watch, for her definition of decent. But there wasn't, so she was reduced to watching a movie so bad even she didn't like it -- and so she heckled it. Not as much fun by herself, but still entertaining anyway.
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