She needs a drink.

Interesting tunes...

She’s not thrilled tomorrow is Christmas.

Long exhale.

She’s around, just staring towards the little lights someone decorated with.

Huff.

Fleur is staring out her window watching fireworks, sipping on some champagne.

Flicking through some paperwork, eyes turned towards the words.

“As fun as it could be.” She said with such a flat tone.

Fleur’s expression paused...before furrowing her brows. “....You know, you would get places if you did your work correctly.”

As the last words exited his mouth, a pencil expertly landed in the wall right next to his head. Fleur had piercing eyes towards Kenny, and a scowl on her face.

“I just am trying to do my work in peace. I’m not depressed for fucks sake!” A grunt from the woman as she swept a hand across her face, pulling her skin a little with it. “What the hell did you want to do anyway?”

Fleur’s gaze all but softened a little bit, her line of sight not on him, but her desk. “...Fine...give me ten minutes to change...”

Given the time to change was fair enough... Though she would meet him out front wearing something completely different to her usual outfit. A deep crimson dress! Along with a fuzzy black overcoat, considering it was kind of chilly. “Did I make it in five minutes?”

Hm...perhaps orange is a nicer color than she thought.

She approached, red heels clicking against the ground as she slipped right into the vehicle, only to cross her legs after peeking towards Kenny. It was nice seeing him without that goofy mask. He was quite the cutie. “Ah, and why? What else sound I call you?”

“Alright then, /Glitch/.” She said with a bit of spice in her words, turning towards the road ahead of them with her gaze, watching different things zoom by.

She’s gonna sit under an umbrella the entire time. #𝐵𝐸𝐴𝐶𝐻𝐷𝐴𝑌

Fleur fixed her shades upon her pale face, adjusting to the feeling and temperature of the water. Gently bending down to pluck up a shell and examine it. #𝐵𝐸𝐴𝐶𝐻𝐷𝐴𝑌