Sweet Baby Jesus | Allyson & Rose {closed}
Rose had fallen asleep on the accounts again. For the millionth time since Comic Relief had opened a few years ago, Rose Marie Garten was found in the back office with her head pillowed on the account books, empty Red Bull cans scattered across her desk, mouth open with drool running down her cheek and snoring loud enough to wake the dead. Truly a more beautiful botanical specimen could not be found in all of Oxford, Mississippi.
Yet, without fail, the only one whom ever actually seemed to find her this way was thankfully one of the few whom would not be phased by Rose's ridiculous repose: Allyson Bellefry. Best friend and better half extraordinaire, Allyson was probably the only thing saving Rose from an early grave at this point. Forcing nutrition on her, suggesting earlier bedtimes, or y'know, perhaps sleeping in an actual bed for once.
So it came as no surprise that when a waft of Allyson's perfume hit Rose's olfactory system, the girl sat up with a start, her flailing arms knocking over the small pyramid of energy drinks she had made last night in one of her numerous distracted moments. "I'm awake! I'm totally awake! The books are so done, you can stick a fork in them! They're so pristine... so... so pristine.." Rose yawned widely, rubbing a hand across her face and over her dark-circled eyes before glancing to the girl in her doorway.
"...Sweet baby Jesus, please tell me you come bearing coffee and a donut. I'll give you a raise if you say yes. One extra hug at the end of every night. My gift to you for the sweet sweet caffeinated nectar of the gods." As she spoke, Rose slowly slid down in her chair until her head rested upon the edge of the desk again. "Accounts are bullshit, Ally. Total and complete bullshit."
