Work (WSW, Pandora/Terry Craig, PG-13)
Nov 20, 2014 1:33:15 GMT -5
s and Isadora Is a Door like this
Post by Linda Rhaldeen on Nov 20, 2014 1:33:15 GMT -5
Betsy was starting to get suspicious. Normally her friend Pandora was always available, but lately and with more and more frequency she seemed to be busy. Not answering her phone, taking 5 minutes to answer a text instead of 5 seconds, and sometimes while they were hanging out she would disappear inexplicably, only to return sometime later.
"Is everything all right, Pandora?" Betsy asked one day. "You seem to be distant lately."
"Of course I'm all right, just busy with...um, work stuff," Pandora said. "Hey, did you see the latest post by Terry Craig? What a pretentious snob he is..." she trailed off, thinking about something.
As time went on, Betsy got more and more worried. Her friend no longer told her the latest goings-on of Harry Styles, and she couldn't be sure of it but suspected that Pandora had stopped watching Keeping Up With The Kardashians several weeks ago. And every time Betsy brought it up, Pandora just changed the subject. Finally, she decided something needed to be done.
"A girls night out?" Pandora asked. "Why?"
"Because you've been working too hard, we barely see you," Betsy replied. "Come on, I've already invited Sophie, Bee, and Linda and they said they'll come. Isn't this the sort of thing you'd usually love?"
"I guess...yeah all right, I'll come."
"Saturday at 8, don't forget!"
The night arrived and Betsy met Sophie, Bee, and Linda at the entrance of Pandora's favorite club, but no sign of Pandora. Unsure of what to do, she sent the girls on in and waited at the door, shooting Pandora an anxious "WHERE R U?" via text.
Finally, Pandora arrived, out of breath. "Sorry I'm late!" she apologized. "I got held up with...um, work. Now let's get this party started!"
Pandora seemed to be having a great time, but Betsy had her doubts. She was laughing a little too loud, and the smile which had been pasted onto her face all evening didn't look quite genuine. Eventually, Pandora excused herself to use the bathroom, and 5, 10, 20 minutes passed.
"Hey, where's Pandora?" Sophie yelled over the music. "Isn't this supposed to be her night?"
"The bathroom."
"Did she fall in? Come on, let's go make sure she's okay," Linda decided, and the four of them made their way to the bathroom.
As they entered the room, Bee noticed one of Pandora's shoes lying on the ground.
"Pandora, are you all right?" she called.
There was no answer, except for some muffled sounds at the end of the line of stalls.
"Pandora?" The noises stopped. "Is everything ok?" Betsy pushed open the stall door.
"TERRY CRAIG?!?"
He was shirtless, glasses askew and blushing scarlet. He quickly picked up his shirt and fled past them, disappearing onto the dance floor and leaving behind a similarly embarrassed Pandora.
"So...busy with ~work~, eh?" Betsy asked.
"Is everything all right, Pandora?" Betsy asked one day. "You seem to be distant lately."
"Of course I'm all right, just busy with...um, work stuff," Pandora said. "Hey, did you see the latest post by Terry Craig? What a pretentious snob he is..." she trailed off, thinking about something.
As time went on, Betsy got more and more worried. Her friend no longer told her the latest goings-on of Harry Styles, and she couldn't be sure of it but suspected that Pandora had stopped watching Keeping Up With The Kardashians several weeks ago. And every time Betsy brought it up, Pandora just changed the subject. Finally, she decided something needed to be done.
"A girls night out?" Pandora asked. "Why?"
"Because you've been working too hard, we barely see you," Betsy replied. "Come on, I've already invited Sophie, Bee, and Linda and they said they'll come. Isn't this the sort of thing you'd usually love?"
"I guess...yeah all right, I'll come."
"Saturday at 8, don't forget!"
The night arrived and Betsy met Sophie, Bee, and Linda at the entrance of Pandora's favorite club, but no sign of Pandora. Unsure of what to do, she sent the girls on in and waited at the door, shooting Pandora an anxious "WHERE R U?" via text.
Finally, Pandora arrived, out of breath. "Sorry I'm late!" she apologized. "I got held up with...um, work. Now let's get this party started!"
Pandora seemed to be having a great time, but Betsy had her doubts. She was laughing a little too loud, and the smile which had been pasted onto her face all evening didn't look quite genuine. Eventually, Pandora excused herself to use the bathroom, and 5, 10, 20 minutes passed.
"Hey, where's Pandora?" Sophie yelled over the music. "Isn't this supposed to be her night?"
"The bathroom."
"Did she fall in? Come on, let's go make sure she's okay," Linda decided, and the four of them made their way to the bathroom.
As they entered the room, Bee noticed one of Pandora's shoes lying on the ground.
"Pandora, are you all right?" she called.
There was no answer, except for some muffled sounds at the end of the line of stalls.
"Pandora?" The noises stopped. "Is everything ok?" Betsy pushed open the stall door.
"TERRY CRAIG?!?"
He was shirtless, glasses askew and blushing scarlet. He quickly picked up his shirt and fled past them, disappearing onto the dance floor and leaving behind a similarly embarrassed Pandora.
"So...busy with ~work~, eh?" Betsy asked.