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[verytasteful]

Another day of meetings and paperwork.

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[lightsthesun]

Well, if that isn't a desperate cry for help, I don't know what is. [Moves to grab her hand.] Right then, come on, before I change my mind.

[verytasteful]

Sure the mountain of paperwork on my desk adds to that cry. [She furrows her brow a bit, though allows him to take her hand.] Where are we going?

[lightsthesun]

Away from all of -- [He wrinkles his nose in distaste.] - that. Trust me, darling, life's much, much too short for you to give any of that meaningless drivel another iota of your time or effort.

On to more important matters. [He shoots her a mischievous grin, all but bouncing on the balls of his feet.] Ever snorted cocaine out of a transvestite's bellybutton?

[verytasteful]

This is my life. [Her free hand moves almost violently toward the door to her office which was open just a crack and showing an obvious mountain of files upon her desk.] If I don't give it my time, no one will and I can't have that happen.

Enlighten me, then. What is more important? [The question causes her jaw to unhinge just a bit as she stares at him. While the answer to said question is no... she is at a loss for words.]

[lightsthesun]

You're taking one day for a little self-care, I hardly think you'll be heralding in the apocalypse with your absence, so - [Ah, no, he sees her straying and before either of them can start having second thoughts, Lucifer's tugging on her arm with greater insistence.] - come on. Before we both grow old and die.

[Also, he's choosing to take her silence on the subject as a good sign.] Okay, so we're definitely doing that. Oh, and we'll have to try out some strippers. How about some pole dancing? You've definitely got the legs for it.