wolfram and hart } { was i supposed to cheer your efforts?

[enjoythe_ride]

[Bela regrets the day she met Holland Manners every day. She was fourteen years-old when she signed her name on the dotted line, and she's lived in the care of Wolfram and Hart ever since. She lives so long as she does what she's told. She doesn't do as she's told, she dies. She dies, she goes to Hell.

That's the incentive to stay alive and do as she's told.

They trained her, groomed her, and now she's their perfect little thief. Most of the work she does is for Holland, who disgusts her and makes her want to strangle him every time she sees him, but today she's directed to a different office for a name she doesn't recognize. She saunters her way in, looking over the desk. She's trained to look her over things, find the inconspicuous, but so far there's nothing.

She always has liked a challenge.]

Comments

[succubitch]

Of course.

[enjoythe_ride]

Then I'll go get a dress.

[succubitch]

[Lilah digs into her pocket before pulling out a silver credit card.]

It's on us, of course.

[enjoythe_ride]

[ ... well, she can't say this doesn't have it's perks. She takes the card and nods.]

Thank you.

[succubitch]

You're welcome. They'll want you looking your best, after all.

[enjoythe_ride]

I've never really failed at that before, but the incentive helps.

[succubitch]

And I'm sure you won't start now.

[enjoythe_ride]

I don't intend to.

[succubitch]

Good. Well. Until we meet again, then.

[enjoythe_ride]

Until then.

[and with that, she's off to buy a dress.]