It's left to chance

Nov 18, 2011 16:52

Ivy has had a very long day. She finally got home after the kind of day she wanted to just slam her head into a wall a few times. Somehow everything was just getting more annoying to deal with and all the crazies were starting to come out of the wood work.

Walking Cedric was the highlight of the day. That and getting a coffee from one of her top ten favorite street vendors. They were having a brief conversation when her dog started sniffing the air and started to try and pull his mistress in the direction of something.... fascinating.

"Oh come on boy. Can't you wait just a little longer?" She's a little embarrassed that her dog can pretty much pull her anywhere if he has half a mind to do it.

But the very big black dog has smelt something way too interesting to listen.

deathstroke, ivy weaver

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