Bo Jones. Or maybe Dennis. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
nookiepowered) wrote2012-04-19 04:04 pm
nookiepowered) wrote2012-04-19 04:04 pm
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FH Security Office, Thursday
"You could fit three of me in these pants with room left over for Tiny, Herc, a raging polyester rash and a bachelorette to be named later!"
Today wasn't the first time Bo had worn her staff uniform in public. It was just the first time she'd given in to her hatred for the shin-length Agatha Christie skirt and tried out the pants instead.
Today wasn't the first time she'd bitched out loud about her staff uniform to an empty office, either. It was just the first time she got a reply.
From her desk drawer.
Of snorts, squeaks, thumps, and some sound Bo not only didn't have words for, she didn't want to have words for it.
"Stop that!"
No such luck. It just got louder.
"For Christ's sake, I'm a succubus. You think I don't know what you're doing in there? Cut it out!"
There might as well have been a post-it note attached that said If The File Drawer's Rockin', Don't Bother Knockin'.
"I have a gun!"
She did, and she wasn't afraid to use it. Even on something that looked like a bunny.
Mostly. Bo didn't know what she would do if it clucked at her, so she wasn't opening the drawer just yet.
[OOC: Drawer is closed, door is closed, post is open!]
Today wasn't the first time Bo had worn her staff uniform in public. It was just the first time she'd given in to her hatred for the shin-length Agatha Christie skirt and tried out the pants instead.
Today wasn't the first time she'd bitched out loud about her staff uniform to an empty office, either. It was just the first time she got a reply.
From her desk drawer.
Of snorts, squeaks, thumps, and some sound Bo not only didn't have words for, she didn't want to have words for it.
"Stop that!"
No such luck. It just got louder.
"For Christ's sake, I'm a succubus. You think I don't know what you're doing in there? Cut it out!"
There might as well have been a post-it note attached that said If The File Drawer's Rockin', Don't Bother Knockin'.
"I have a gun!"
She did, and she wasn't afraid to use it. Even on something that looked like a bunny.
Mostly. Bo didn't know what she would do if it clucked at her, so she wasn't opening the drawer just yet.
[OOC: Drawer is closed, door is closed, post is open!]