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Post by Elliot Mackie on Apr 3, 2016 15:58:10 GMT 2
Elliot's tie was soaked with coffee, dripping, sopping wet. He held the tie over the now-empty mug on the desk, squeezed the fabric to release the majority of the liquid from the fibers. One of his best ties, a formal royal blue one that he had accidentally grabbed instead of a nearly identical daily work tie. He had spilled the half-full mug (the one from his kids) upon the ringing of the dispatch phone. He didn't even listen to the description of the circumstances before approving the officer dispatch. He hissed inward as the hot liquid in his lap. With an audible curse, he dropped the receiver on the desk and bolted up from his chair. Dangling the tie on his neck over the mug, he pressed the pager button to the secretary. "Bianca," he demanded, "come here, now. Please." |
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Post by Bianca Bianchi on Apr 4, 2016 7:49:14 GMT 2
[googlefont=Quicksand] PRIDE, PRECISION AND PERFECTION A HUG IS THEIR ATTEMPT TO TOUCH YOUR BOOBS, SO EMBRACE YOURSELF Clicks could be heard from the secretary's desk, or more like, her mouse, which frantically selected everything in sight on a shopping site. Sale on shoes, it said, but all Bianca saw was Free Stuff. She had over 82 items in her virtual cart now, and would have added more if her pager didnt make a weird sound. Huh? This was the first time someone used that, to summon her. And since she had no idea how to use it to reply, Bianca got up from her chair (which was rotating to the sides while she lost her time on the internet) and made her way to Elliot Mackie 's office.
The woman got in, curiously watching Elliot...try to recycle his coffee? Was that even coffee? Yeah, it sort of smelled like it. She'd bet he liked it with sugar, to compensate maybe for his bitter attitude towards other, but Bibi really thought he was an ok man. That since he never yelled at her until now. "You wanted to see me, Mr Mackie? Oh my gosh, what are you trying to do! That's a collection tie, only 200 were made in the world! Let me help!" Bianca gasped at the sight, her hands resting on her temples for a second before hurrying towards the scene (also tugging to stretch her short short skirt a bit). She would bend her higher half of body a bit, heels not helping in the moment to be at the right level, and tilted her head to the side to be able to get her hair out of her sight. Her hands sort of slapped Elliot's off his tie, annoyed he'd ruin such a piece, and gave him a disappointed look mixed with anger, leaning closer to trace her fingers under his tie and gently take it off from around his neck. Her revealing cleavage was dangerousy close to the chief, but Bianca didnt seem to notice. "Are you happy now?" She'd ask sighing, her chest rising and lowering slightly, before continuing. "You ruined a perfect tie with your clumsiness, Mr Mackie!"
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Post by Elliot Mackie on Apr 4, 2016 8:59:31 GMT 2
He picked up the obnoxious sound of her heels clacking across the floor before she had even opened the door. At the sound of Bianca's voice he looked up at her, gave her a gratuitous once-over, raised his eyebrows and nodded in the direction of his poor wet tie. She was prompt, he'd give her that. He could not get a word in edgewise before she was suddenly invading his personal space, grabbing his tie in a way that made him think she would strangle him to death. There were plenty of people in the department that would just love to see that come to fruition. He doubted Bianca had the strength, motivation or resolve to actually do something like that, but he remained skeptical. One could never be too careful around a Bianchi. "Easy!" he winced in response having his hands smacked away from the two-hundred-dollar petty accessory. "Believe me, I'm not any happier than you are about it." Elliot rolled his eyes, relaxed slightly at the sensation of Bianca's fingers fiddling around the collar of his shirt. Whoops, he thought as he just narrowly avoided letting his head fall in between her breasts. When the tie had been slid from around his neck, he leaned back in his office chair, unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. It was actually a welcome sensation after having a tie constricting his neck for half the morning—he always seemed to make it too tight. He gestured at the thoroughly ruined tie. "Bianca, set that aside somewhere so I remember to take it to the dry cleaner." He reached across the desk for the now-empty mug. "I think that's enough coffee for today." |
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Post by Bianca Bianchi on Apr 10, 2016 9:25:02 GMT 2
[googlefont=Quicksand] PRIDE, PRECISION AND PERFECTION A HUG IS THEIR ATTEMPT TO TOUCH YOUR BOOBS, SO EMBRACE YOURSELF Ugh, and people called HER incompetent! Look at this mess! A navy blue tie now having the color of poop with the patten of ignorance and a glimpse of clumsiness! It really looked like Elliot Mackie had suddenly ran out of toilet paper and decided to use his tie, if it wasnt for the strong coffee smell. "Poor baby.." Killing a clothing item like that.. Bianca will bring flowers to it at the laundry, like to a dead person. She really doubted the stains would come out.
"I think you'd have more luck if you took it to a priest! Wash it with holy water, three times!" Yes, now she threw her hands in the air annoyed, holding the tie and folding it after that, undoing the knot and putting it on the desk on top of a clean sheet of paper. Speaking about papers, Elliot was an idiot. "How did you even manage to spill it all over the place? What were you doing, Mr Mackie?" Bianca gave him a small smirk and pointed cluelessly at the stained files on his desk. She came closer to the table and bent her back a bit, trying to pick up each file without making the coffee drip around too much, while obviously continuing to give the PD chief an eyeful of her cleavage, unaware. Not her fault that her dlothes were designed so indecent. A button looked like it might pop, but it had been like that for the past week, no worry. "You are a walking mess." She sighed and stacked the ruined papers to later throw them, looking at Elliot for instructions. "What do I do with them? Do you need or want them? They're not readable anymore."
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