The stage lights of Fleet Hall are dimmed to an almost indiscernible haze, the three men sitting in the stalls obscured in these warm brown shadows. It's how the inside of Andrew Ryan's head is at that...mast. A concert programme crumples under his foot and he sets his brandy glass down to collect it, straining to read it through the darkness and the strange filmy sensation across his eyeballs.

HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! :D Yea, I know, it's late and I'm not sleeping yet. Feeling kinda worried yet excited for the trip, which is like in 3 more days~~~~~ Worried cause I just went through the itinerary...discussion of what to bring for the trip! LOL, i know we kinda abandoned our work but heyyy, working our brains for long is not good! :D (Stanley's stalking us! xD) Ah, shall head to the pillow now :D

Title: Orchestrated Paradise Fandom: 9 to 5 (Musical Verse) Rating: R to possibly M due to sexual descriptions Pairing: Doralee/Judy/Violet Prompt(s): run for the border Summary: She absolutely does not regret it. But sometimes, not often, but sometimes, she thinks about all the different ways it could have played out. Spoilers: Yes, for the whole play. Word Count: 758 Disclaimer...