Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over 'The Almighty Johnsons' nor am I profiting from this.
Paring(s): Michele Brock/Stacey.
Warning(s): none.
Word Count: 100.
Michele flings her heels across the room, sighing as she sinks into the cushy carpet. Stacey grunts a hello before returning to shuffling through a stack of boxes.
"What're you doing, bitch face?" She asks, pressing her toes into the carpet, "Where is my vodka?"
She shrugs and bites down on a bow. Their house is a wreck composed of boxes, labels, and tape. Everything is for work. Extra deliveries mean extra money along with the extra mess.
"You have to help me stuff this box first," she mumbles around the bow. "Then we can find it."
"I hate you."