Working Late

<X--Zolf-J-Kimbley--X>Zolf looked at the clock in his office. It was late and he wanted to leave, but he couldn't. He had to work overtime to make up for the time he hadn't worked. He had skipped a whole month of work just because of stupid little assignments, and other random massacres he wanted to cause. Zolf sighed and stood up, walking out his door and down the hall. "Fuck it... I'll work on it later... or never at all..." he muttered to himself as he walked down the hall. His boots clicked loudly in the almost empty offices. Some people were still there but he didn't care. Walking out the front door, he cursed softly as the closing door hit his shoulder.

<Jean-Havoc>Jean clenched his jaw as he stood outside the Central building, a cigeratte hanging loosly from his lips. He was standing there for sometime, but finally glanced back when he heared someone curse softly. Havoc's eyebrows raised slightly when he caught site of Zolf, who's face looking irritated. "Hm~" Jean hummed, looking back towards the street, twirling the cigeratte between his lips. A small stream of smoke floated above his head as his hay blond hair brushed over his handsome pale eyes. He sighed, taking the 'cancer stick' from his mouth and flicking it onto the sidewalk, putting it out with the heal of his black shoes. "Nice night, isn't it Zolf?" Jean questioned, not looking back at the black haired man.

<MrsKimblee>Pandora was rather quiet, never far from Zolf's shadow, she held a hand toward the back of her neck where a rather...unfortunate accident happened involving Archer, a ruler, and a closet where put together. She had to keep the man happy in order to stop anything happening to Zolf, since, the whole reason he was allowed free reign was because of influence. Influence and a few hours of pain. What was that, compared to Zolf's freedom? Pandora gladly gave herself to pain if it was for Kimblee, she believed in him after all. Stepping along the pavement, she saw the cigarette smoke first rather than anything else, biting her bottom lip out of habit, before she hoisted her grin.

<X--Zolf-J-Kimbley--X>Zolf glared up and his face relaxed slightly upon seeing Jean. "Yeah.. I guess." he muttered. He stopped beside the second lieutenant and sighed before glancing back. He barely noticed Pandora before he looked at the hand that was holding her neck. He frowned and nodded at her. "Hey.... what happened?" he asked softly.

<Jean-Havoc>Jean turned to Zolf, about to answer him, but his gaze turned to Pandora, who was walking towards them. He noticed the hand that she was placing to the back of her neck, and he narrowed his eyes. "Pan, what happened?" He asked, right after Zolf, curious as well. Jean whiped some of his hair from his eyes, blinking his eyes worriedly.

<MrsKimblee> She blinked, looking at the two of them, "Nothing...I just pulled a muscle is all..." Pandora lied, years of having to do so had pulled off, yet it was a pity that slowly forming bruises didn't. "Come on, don't over react, how about we go to a bar or something? Have a few drinks?" She said with a smile, moving to stand next to Zolf as she lightly pushed at Jean's arm. "Maybe you can tell us about your most recent date...?"

<X--Zolf-J-Kimbley--X>Kimblee's eyes narrowed slighlty. "And I should believe that?" he asked. He placed a hand on her shoulder and turned her so he could se the back of her neck. "Now.. tell me what really happened.. Please?" he said. He gently pushed aside her hand and held it against her side. Zolf's brows knit together as he stared at the now forming bruises. "We'll go to a bar after you tell us what happened." he said sternly.

<Jean-Havoc>Jean blinked, looking over at Pandora's neck as well, "Caught in a lie." He said, reaching into his back pocket and flicking out a cigeratte and twirling it between his fingers, "If you do decide to tell us, maybe I'll just pay for the drinks." Jean narrowed his eyes at the bruises, rolling the 'cancer stick' between his fingers. "God, Pan, what really happened?"

<MrsKimblee>Pandora was starting to feel a little frustrated, trying to worm her hand out of Zolf's grasp as she looked between the two taller men. "Fine! Fine! It was flippin' Archer." Pandora snapped, narrowed eyes glaring ahead of her, "Now come on Jean, you owe me drinks." She huffed, folding her arms across her chest as she waited for him to make a move.