Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2013 18:36:03 GMT
The whir of an electric fan and the dull roar of traffic outside the window were the only things to disrupt the designer's concentration - or, well, they should have been. Nena, however, had no problems distracting herself from the task at hand. With her lips pushed out in a kissy face, she attempted to balance her pencil between her upper lip and her nose. It really wasn't all that difficult of a task, but uhh...she might be a little indisposed.
A half-empty bottle of jack sat on her desk next to a half-finished sketch. Honestly she hadn't made any progress on it since yesterday and right now she was supposed to be diligently at work on it since tomorrow morning was the deadline. To "help" her with the task, her spartan assistant had effectively put her in solitary by locking the door to her office. That devil woman wouldn't open it if she was screaming, crying, or pleading! Not even for the bathroom! DEMON! (Of course there were scheduled breaks, and she wasn't treated all that cruelly.) And truthfully, alcohol wasn't allowed in her office either... Oops.
Thank goodness for the sweet lady who brought her snacks! The portly old woman would sneak her some hard liquor every now and again, really she was much too kind. Nena's assistant had a fit every time she caught Nena drinking in the office, but it had yet to effectively deter or stop her.
At present she sat, spinning in her cushy desk chair, completely giddy at making the world spin even more. Her pencil had long since fallen from its perch (though she had yet to notice or care). Suddenly there came a knock at her door and her eyes caught on the handle.
It all happened so fast... Nena's hands shot out to grab the edge of the desk to stop herself, missed, and instead knocked over the half-drank liquor bottle. She lunged forward in an attempt to catch it, effectively ejecting herself from the chair and sending her sprawling onto the floor to the right of her desk. The papers on her desk were now saturated with alcohol, everything was a mess. Her eyes were locked on the door with an "OHMYGAWD NOOOOOOOOO!" expression painted clearly across her face.
She. Was. So. Dead.
A half-empty bottle of jack sat on her desk next to a half-finished sketch. Honestly she hadn't made any progress on it since yesterday and right now she was supposed to be diligently at work on it since tomorrow morning was the deadline. To "help" her with the task, her spartan assistant had effectively put her in solitary by locking the door to her office. That devil woman wouldn't open it if she was screaming, crying, or pleading! Not even for the bathroom! DEMON! (Of course there were scheduled breaks, and she wasn't treated all that cruelly.) And truthfully, alcohol wasn't allowed in her office either... Oops.
Thank goodness for the sweet lady who brought her snacks! The portly old woman would sneak her some hard liquor every now and again, really she was much too kind. Nena's assistant had a fit every time she caught Nena drinking in the office, but it had yet to effectively deter or stop her.
At present she sat, spinning in her cushy desk chair, completely giddy at making the world spin even more. Her pencil had long since fallen from its perch (though she had yet to notice or care). Suddenly there came a knock at her door and her eyes caught on the handle.
It all happened so fast... Nena's hands shot out to grab the edge of the desk to stop herself, missed, and instead knocked over the half-drank liquor bottle. She lunged forward in an attempt to catch it, effectively ejecting herself from the chair and sending her sprawling onto the floor to the right of her desk. The papers on her desk were now saturated with alcohol, everything was a mess. Her eyes were locked on the door with an "OHMYGAWD NOOOOOOOOO!" expression painted clearly across her face.
She. Was. So. Dead.
@erik
