Office Hours, May 15
It was a really good thing, Kennedy had decided, that she didn't actually need to have a day job, because with the whole nocturnal-and-stabby gig she pretty much didn't want to have to get up early every morning. (This was something she kept to herself though-- because ability to absorb it better these notwithstanding, she now knew way too many people who did not have a trust fund and could punch her really, really hard.)
But a couple of mornings a week in a place she knew was pretty kickback, she could deal with that, particularly with coffee. Which she had. Also, a rabbit in a cage that she set down on the table by the window; she'd just decided it was bring-your-pet-to-work day. Bailey hadn't seemed to mind.
The door was propped open, and whenever she wasn't arguing her case via email about why they should have a bigger weapons budget she was tossing safety darts at the board on the far wall.
[[darts are not flying in the direction of the door, btw. open and all that.]]
But a couple of mornings a week in a place she knew was pretty kickback, she could deal with that, particularly with coffee. Which she had. Also, a rabbit in a cage that she set down on the table by the window; she'd just decided it was bring-your-pet-to-work day. Bailey hadn't seemed to mind.
The door was propped open, and whenever she wasn't arguing her case via email about why they should have a bigger weapons budget she was tossing safety darts at the board on the far wall.
[[darts are not flying in the direction of the door, btw. open and all that.]]