Resident President Meme
Darlyn drank a lot these days.
More than usual, in fact. He downed at least a bottle throughout a day it seemed, between handling work and stress. How he'd managed to get where he was... well he wouldn't pretend to understand how it worked. He knew that the job was something he'd somehow earned, and he knew that the people had faith but, he wasn't certain he was actually up for the task. He still didn't think of the office as his, keeping it immaculate as he could in Kay's absence. As much as he could...
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, this was the first time in a while he'd had time to himself this particular week. What was there to do? Aside from the obvious of course, he wasn't going to consider his alcohol consumption habit and not pour himself a glass of whiskey. When in doubt, it certainly filled the space of time. Perhaps in addition he could pick up reading, Kay did read often. He was starting to understand why now.
He'd barely had time to sit at the desk, and take a sip of his drink, when there was a knock at his door. "Sir, there's someone here to see you."
Of course there was. "Door's not locked." He set the drink down on the desk, and straightened his suit out, his aide unhelpful in knowing who it was. At least he wore the comfortable suit, he wouldn't feel stiff as a board if this took a while.
[member="Silfe Sosuri"]
More than usual, in fact. He downed at least a bottle throughout a day it seemed, between handling work and stress. How he'd managed to get where he was... well he wouldn't pretend to understand how it worked. He knew that the job was something he'd somehow earned, and he knew that the people had faith but, he wasn't certain he was actually up for the task. He still didn't think of the office as his, keeping it immaculate as he could in Kay's absence. As much as he could...
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, this was the first time in a while he'd had time to himself this particular week. What was there to do? Aside from the obvious of course, he wasn't going to consider his alcohol consumption habit and not pour himself a glass of whiskey. When in doubt, it certainly filled the space of time. Perhaps in addition he could pick up reading, Kay did read often. He was starting to understand why now.
He'd barely had time to sit at the desk, and take a sip of his drink, when there was a knock at his door. "Sir, there's someone here to see you."
Of course there was. "Door's not locked." He set the drink down on the desk, and straightened his suit out, his aide unhelpful in knowing who it was. At least he wore the comfortable suit, he wouldn't feel stiff as a board if this took a while.
[member="Silfe Sosuri"]