If Wonderland could run itself it would have proven to do so long ago. So far it had not. That meant Satine was a necromancer that had her hands full when her husband was out of town on business with Juice Box and crew. Between putting out Percy’s routine fires and keeping Furious George from starting wars that didn’t need to happen with neighboring businesses it was more than enough to keep things from getting boring. Everything else that mattered had came and went like the summer that had been chased by the frigid effects of the incoming winter. Not that it changed things dramatically for her. Her blood was colder than the plummeting temps while her determination was hotter than the flames in hell.
That is why each and every time Bugs rolled back into town it was a relief. She could handle things fine but it was like raising a houseful of unruly kids and she was never going to be a candidate for motherhood. Predictably Satine continued on with the business' and juggled whatever things popped up as the nights turned into weeks then months. Her vows never wavered nor her commitment to what they worked hard to build against every odd that would break most. She cursed those who advised her differently and severed a few fingers when they were persistent. Nobody could ever fill Bugsy's shoes. Long story short- the wait was always worth it when the tall inked and emaciated gangster hit the city limits. She knew just when her husband was nearby without setting eyes on him.
This time she didn't have to wait long for the confirmation that came in the orders for his typical hard to find vodka and reserved lines that were quickly spreading via word of mouth through the bar staff. A certain sparkle found the silver orbs beneath the club lights while a series of clicks announced the petite necro was gravitating towards the office. She knew where to find him and he was going to be a sight that would be appreciated.
“Well, it's about time you found your way home you two.” The office door was no more than opened when she greeted Juice Box with a wink upon stepping in. The massive suit stepped to the side and gave her the minimal room needed to get through. “It appears he has been feeding you well, Juice.” Her eyes glance down then up leaving her head no option but to crane slightly upward as she passes by the random empty chairs making her way towards the desk. “Thanks for keeping my husband in one piece and making sure his *** continues to find its way back home.”
The stretch of long legs that are anchored at the heels propped up at the surface of the black desk are briefly assessed. Finding no signs of damage her lips twitch with a certain relief that always is present during such reunions. Crimson dipped nails displaying a flawless manicure make contact with the nearest leg and tap it to drop down. Andrew Shedim knows the drill by now and can expect the lap full of greeting that comes to him as she slips in where she fits best.
“Welcome home, baby.” Her hands curl at the hardline of each side of his face and pull it to her own before his lips can part to say anything.
That is why each and every time Bugs rolled back into town it was a relief. She could handle things fine but it was like raising a houseful of unruly kids and she was never going to be a candidate for motherhood. Predictably Satine continued on with the business' and juggled whatever things popped up as the nights turned into weeks then months. Her vows never wavered nor her commitment to what they worked hard to build against every odd that would break most. She cursed those who advised her differently and severed a few fingers when they were persistent. Nobody could ever fill Bugsy's shoes. Long story short- the wait was always worth it when the tall inked and emaciated gangster hit the city limits. She knew just when her husband was nearby without setting eyes on him.
This time she didn't have to wait long for the confirmation that came in the orders for his typical hard to find vodka and reserved lines that were quickly spreading via word of mouth through the bar staff. A certain sparkle found the silver orbs beneath the club lights while a series of clicks announced the petite necro was gravitating towards the office. She knew where to find him and he was going to be a sight that would be appreciated.
“Well, it's about time you found your way home you two.” The office door was no more than opened when she greeted Juice Box with a wink upon stepping in. The massive suit stepped to the side and gave her the minimal room needed to get through. “It appears he has been feeding you well, Juice.” Her eyes glance down then up leaving her head no option but to crane slightly upward as she passes by the random empty chairs making her way towards the desk. “Thanks for keeping my husband in one piece and making sure his *** continues to find its way back home.”
The stretch of long legs that are anchored at the heels propped up at the surface of the black desk are briefly assessed. Finding no signs of damage her lips twitch with a certain relief that always is present during such reunions. Crimson dipped nails displaying a flawless manicure make contact with the nearest leg and tap it to drop down. Andrew Shedim knows the drill by now and can expect the lap full of greeting that comes to him as she slips in where she fits best.
“Welcome home, baby.” Her hands curl at the hardline of each side of his face and pull it to her own before his lips can part to say anything.
