September 28th, 2009



Dawn stumbled back to her desk, hands cupped around her mug. She'd apologised for disturbing the Retjulls and appeased them with the offering of her muffin. She'd apologise in the morning for raiding Ray's candy cache, but she needed a sugar fix before tackling the office accounts.

It wasn't terribly complicated, but she always procrastinated, leaving it until the last minute. Right after pulling an all night engagement probably wasn't the best time to go over the books, but it did may for some creative, if somewhat eccentric accounting. She idly wondered if DVDs could be classed as research materials.


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Part of the London!verse


Eric was lost in his own thoughts. If he wasn't, the fangbanger attempting to lick his boots would have found himself missing a head instead of nursing a couple of cracked ribs.

Glancing across the bar at Pam, Eric nodded towards his office. He was staring at the floor when Pam joined him.

"You seem preoccupied."

"Do you think it would be bad for business if we flayed the odd customer?"

"It would displease the police and cause headaches with the department of health, but would be drawcard for tourists."

"Too much of a risk?"

"I think so, yes."



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