House of Cards RP

Tess Bowen is seldom separated from her happy smile and almost never forgets her sense of humor. They've helped her weather more than one bad spot over the years. But every once in awhile, through no fault of her own, both smile and humor desert her and run for the hills.

Obviously, they're wiser than the idiots who caused the trouble in the first place.

It starts out when Brigid natters happily that she's invited that nice new Club over for dinner and isn't he so smart and handsome. Tess will be home tonight (like a good daughter) to help entertain him, won't she? That's mum-speak for "tonight dinner, tomorrow grandbabies!" It only gets worse when Bobbi Mansard loses three pregnant ewes for no reason whatsoever and Tess spends two hours reassuring the young shepherd she wasn't responsible. Then there's the idiotic Heart who believed dogs needed to be taught a lesson by hanging them up by their choke collars. (She'd nearly caused an inter-Suit incident over that one).

By afternoon all she wants is time to unwind with a suitable amount of caffeine and maybe a bite to eat. But when she heads over to the Bean & Gone Cafe, she finds a sign, "Temporarily Closed." Rita and Jared must have fallen victim to the scare that had turned a good part of the Deck into a ghost town.

And last? Just in case things might possibly think of looking up, the heel of her left wellie sinks between two cobblestones and becomes well and truly stuck. That tears it.

It's all she can do not to sit down in the middle of the street and start bawling, laughing maniacally or taking jabs at passers-by. Maybe she'll settle for all three.

He hadn't expected some things when he took up the rank of King. And frankly all he could do is stare at the papers on his desk as if they were not there. He'd had a visit from his lovely Grandmother earlier that day, half-listened to her opinions on who he should name Ace in place of Julien, and half-listened to her congratulate him on his decision to remove the 'troublesome' factor. It was always a loving conversation with Vivienne Bernard, oh yes.

He and Michael had been avoiding each other rather well, all things considered. And for a man Clive owed an apology to, the King found himself completely devoid of words.

Instead he felt...he felt as if everyone was watching him with hungry eyes. Half to win his favor, the other half waiting for a sign of weakness before ripping him apart. Heh, maybe he was starting to under David a little too much. Paranoia was starting to creep into everything. And David was another thing that worried him, on top of it. He'd always respected the man, but there was certainly going to bad blood there- even if it wasn't outwardly admitted to.

Reaching out to the side, he picked up his glass of scotch and took a sip of it before leaning back in his chair. He hardly noticed when there was a knock on his door.