margot-polo:
Margot Morrison, aptly given the title Life of the Party (by herself), sauntered into the cafe, slithering her way through the terribly dressed soirée goers in search of trouble and a glass of wine. “Excuse me, hi,” she started, a condescending smirk on the edge of her lips. “I’ve been here for exactly one minute, why is there not a filled wine glass in my hand?”
On days that were filled with long work hours, it was really easy to catch Meredith in a sour mood. But, today she’d taken the day off and she’d gotten to see Bonnie all dolled up for her junior Prom, and that was more than enough to make this a good day. So she tried not to let this woman’s ego get to her. Tried. “Probably because you can serve yourself, don’t you think?”










