Luci Van Horne/Lucifer
25 October 2006 @ 02:35 pm
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While the cat was away, the city had played. Crime rates were at an all time high, and the club was thriving. Daryl really wasn't such a bad old dog it seemed, despite the unusually high turnover of young female staff during her absence, which to be honest raised a wry smile as opposed to anything more sinister, he'd ran things exactly how she liked them ran.

It was good to be back, North Korea whilst satisfying in the results it had produced, and the wheels she'd set in motion, was not high on her list of vacation spots, it lacked the wild debauchery that she loved so much about New York.

She breathed life into the fire in her office, tossing the various lingerie items Daryl had so carelessly left strewn about her office into the dancing flames. She wondered if perhaps their wearer had met a similar fate.

Pouring herself a glass of the Roullet 1900 Cognac, she leant back in her office chair, and rifled through Daryl's paperwork.
 
Gabriel: Gabrielp_gabriel on November 12th, 2006 11:19 pm (UTC)
Gabriel walked into the club which seemed to be a pool of sin. He ordered a drink, didn't really care what it was. He observed all the people in the bar.