Drabble: Tip
Title: Tip
Fandom: DWP
Words: 320 words
Notes: Miranda Priestly
A/N: Written for the prompt meme and punky_96's prompt on the phrase: "You sunk my battleship." followed by Emily giving a tip.
A/N2: A sequel to Wet for punky_96.
One of the many skills that Miranda's assistants always learned by the middle of their tenure was the ability to read the silent body language that communicated Miranda's moods and intentions so much better than any number of words murmured. Even to the side of Miranda where she no longer had to whisper names and details into the shell of Miranda's ear, Emily could read the pursed lips and narrowing of the eyes as something that bode nothing good for its target. A quick glance to the entrance revealed the chairman of Elias-Clarke and his latest arm candy.
Although the gown itself may have been acceptable, the fact that the entire bodice had been accentuated with enough sparkling gemstones to rival all those of the annual jewelry convention meant that all visual attention had been drawn upwards to an augmented display of soft flesh that threatened to overflow out of the fabric and all the tape it hid. It soon became apparent that the blonde beauty's efforts at small talk were failing miserably and some effort at rescuing everyone from the continued drivel would have to be made. Opportunity presented itself on a literal silver platter in an apparent mis-step which sent the server flailing forward, spilling several flutes of champagne and planting the whole platter against the bejeweled bosom in comical slow-motion fashion.
The wail of dismay was enough to distract from the ruined gown -- at least, the champagne provided some excuse as to the ever growing wet spot that was forming on the bodice until one realized that the formerly eye-catching display of flesh was literally shrinking before their eyes. A canopy of apologies echoed in that small gathering of people as everyone watched Irv stalk away with his guest in tow. The server's apology was cut short by Emily placing a light touch thanking him for the distraction and the sudden gifting of an approving nod from Miranda.
Fandom: DWP
Words: 320 words
Notes: Miranda Priestly
A/N: Written for the prompt meme and punky_96's prompt on the phrase: "You sunk my battleship." followed by Emily giving a tip.
A/N2: A sequel to Wet for punky_96.
One of the many skills that Miranda's assistants always learned by the middle of their tenure was the ability to read the silent body language that communicated Miranda's moods and intentions so much better than any number of words murmured. Even to the side of Miranda where she no longer had to whisper names and details into the shell of Miranda's ear, Emily could read the pursed lips and narrowing of the eyes as something that bode nothing good for its target. A quick glance to the entrance revealed the chairman of Elias-Clarke and his latest arm candy.
Although the gown itself may have been acceptable, the fact that the entire bodice had been accentuated with enough sparkling gemstones to rival all those of the annual jewelry convention meant that all visual attention had been drawn upwards to an augmented display of soft flesh that threatened to overflow out of the fabric and all the tape it hid. It soon became apparent that the blonde beauty's efforts at small talk were failing miserably and some effort at rescuing everyone from the continued drivel would have to be made. Opportunity presented itself on a literal silver platter in an apparent mis-step which sent the server flailing forward, spilling several flutes of champagne and planting the whole platter against the bejeweled bosom in comical slow-motion fashion.
The wail of dismay was enough to distract from the ruined gown -- at least, the champagne provided some excuse as to the ever growing wet spot that was forming on the bodice until one realized that the formerly eye-catching display of flesh was literally shrinking before their eyes. A canopy of apologies echoed in that small gathering of people as everyone watched Irv stalk away with his guest in tow. The server's apology was cut short by Emily placing a light touch thanking him for the distraction and the sudden gifting of an approving nod from Miranda.