talk is cheap.

[procorkpopper.livejournal.com]

[perched on a bar stool at the family bar, dressed in suit and tie. with a cigarette in hand, he absently took a drag before picking up his gin martini. he closed his eyes as he drank deeply, polishing it off. he goes to set the empty glass on the bar... and jumps as he hears it shatter on the floor instead]

Shit! Marly, I'm sorry--

[opens his eyes, expecting to see a very pissed off bartender. instead he saw a kitchen, not the bar... tugging at the neck of his tie, he slid the cigarette back between his lips, talking around it like a pro. his other hand slipped off his glasses with a soft sigh]

The boss is going to be pissed if I miss that meeting.

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[procorkpopper.livejournal.com]

Then you're safe.

[the "for now" is unspoken, but it hangs in the air]

The boss is going to be fucking pissed. I had a big mission today.

[poppedcork.livejournal.com]

I know. But I don't know how to get out of here.

[procorkpopper.livejournal.com]

[runs a hand through his hair before putting his glasses back on]

Go fucking figure.

[poppedcork.livejournal.com]

I've attempted to find a way out but apparently there is none.

[procorkpopper.livejournal.com]

We're trapped?

[siiiigh]

Great.

[poppedcork.livejournal.com]

[shrugs]

Perhaps I can get some normal clothes now.

[procorkpopper.livejournal.com]

But you look so good in drag~

[have a leer]

[poppedcork.livejournal.com]

I know I do but it's uncomfortable.

[procorkpopper.livejournal.com]

Is it? I wouldn't know.

[poppedcork.livejournal.com]

Very uncomfortable if you must know. Heels are no fun.

[procorkpopper.livejournal.com]

I'll take your word for it~

[poppedcork.livejournal.com]

Then you'll excuse me as I go find suitable clothes.

[procorkpopper.livejournal.com]

[waves a hand]

Feel free. I'm sure I'll be seeing you soon~

[poppedcork.livejournal.com]

[mutters something under his breath but continues walking]