{--drunk posting--}

[inyourbusiness]

someone come sing with me

((ooc: Meryl is sitting OUTSIDE Vash's apartment with a bottle of something she tore the label off of. Wasted. Not VIOLENT, thank God, though she might've gotten that way at one of the bars she took Rem to. She's wibbly drunk, though, over things she found out and may tattle to Vash later ANYWAY. Free target to all

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[venomouselle]

I'll sing you a song. It's about a lady who is slacking on her job.

[inyourbusiness]

....................................................

[venomouselle]

You know its true. Look at yourself.

Pathetic.

[venomouselle]

You don't pay her. If you want her to lose her job, by all means do prevent me from doing my job.

[inyourbusiness]

i dont evenknow who the fuck you are

[venomouselle]

A co-worker.

[inyourbusiness]

if thats
alll you are

go

away

[venomouselle]

Ever hear of coffee and a cold shower?

At any rate, this is unacceptable.

[venomouselle]

I am entitled to ensure that contacts under the employment of Christopher Styles are properly conducting business.

[venomouselle]

Why wait? Preemptive strike is always a good tactic. This won't be the last she'll hear of it. Don't worry your pretty little head.

[venomouselle]

A bit of this, a bit of that. I don't think it is my place to disclose.