That Thing I Do! (RP for copyseverything)
In less than a week at Sterling Cooper, Shawn had practically turned into the unofficial new partner of the firm. In fact, he had even rented a little sign with his surname to add under the agency's name at the lobby. Sterling Copper Spencer. That was what Shawn called symmetric class.
Wearing a kimono bath robe, he wandered down the halls of the advertising agency at free will and giving free readings. Not only he was providing his usual psychic services, he was proving that he was in fact very good at prophetic advertising. He knew what the future wanted and he was obviously very good at wording it.
The bosses loved him, the secretaries oggled him and the guys envied him.
It was almost like being at home.
He had found an office he was working on turning onto his own. This Donald Draper dude, the guy who's name was still on the door and who's secretary insisted Shawn and Gus shouldn't be spending their afternoons playing indoors mini golf in the office, was nowhere to be seen. Not since they had arrived a week ago. He'd be surely fired by the time he decided to turn up.
Shawn prompted his bare feet onto his brand new expensive desk. There was no rush to go back home. Sure, the Russians were dropping bombs and stuff, but dude, he had an awesome new office with a great view in Manhattan!
The was no rush to find a way to go back home yet.
Wearing a kimono bath robe, he wandered down the halls of the advertising agency at free will and giving free readings. Not only he was providing his usual psychic services, he was proving that he was in fact very good at prophetic advertising. He knew what the future wanted and he was obviously very good at wording it.
The bosses loved him, the secretaries oggled him and the guys envied him.
It was almost like being at home.
He had found an office he was working on turning onto his own. This Donald Draper dude, the guy who's name was still on the door and who's secretary insisted Shawn and Gus shouldn't be spending their afternoons playing indoors mini golf in the office, was nowhere to be seen. Not since they had arrived a week ago. He'd be surely fired by the time he decided to turn up.
Shawn prompted his bare feet onto his brand new expensive desk. There was no rush to go back home. Sure, the Russians were dropping bombs and stuff, but dude, he had an awesome new office with a great view in Manhattan!
The was no rush to find a way to go back home yet.