House of Cards RP

He's only meant to close his eyes for a minute, maybe five. But, he'd worked till well after sundown yesterday, then had come Donia Carruthers and her emergency stroke, which had seen him up all night long, getting the woman stable and trying to calm her distraught husband, and by then, adrenaline and coffee had rendered him unable to sleep, so back to his office he went.

And the agenda was full: a meeting with Rowan regarding the security issues involving the other Suits, the conversation with Mano about the h/vac system in the Castle as well as the planning and organization of a possible summer luau for the entire Deck, and countless other little details scrawled into his calendar. But somewhere around mid-morning, Theo's eyes just refused to stay open and he unconsciously leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, slipping into a doze before he realized it.

Just a minute. Just five minutes. That's all.

It was good to be home. Or at least maybe people were of the opinion that it was good to have Addy home again, which they seemed prone to stating over and over as he walked through the hallways on his way to see Argine about coming back to work as Eileen's bodyguard. Not that he had intentions of replacing Kevin, but the poor fella seemed in despite need of a vacation.

What he hadn't expected that morning was the news that the surveillance Elisha had asked him to put on Jack Donovan was terminated as quickly as it had started. Donovan was reported dead at the scene of a crime; apparently trying to stop another member of his team from going rogue. It made for an uncomfortable conversation in the near future with the king of Clubs.

Ah well, there wasn't much he could do on that front. So still, he'd find Argine first and eventually make his way back to the King. Perhaps after unpacking his things and putting them away, and having tea with Eileen.

One of the benefits of being heir-apparent to one of the Deck's oldest families, Ivona had long since decided, was that everyone knew who you were. Which, in turn, meant that she never had to stand in line, wait to be seated, or was ignored in favor of another, lesser customer. Which wasn't to say that she flaunted her name and Rank, absurd; she didn't have to.

No, most of the shopkeepers were more than happy to cater to Milady Ivona's every wish and whim--it probably helped that she was usually a generous tipper, too, regardless of the service, be it dry cleaning, shoe repair, special orders or simply having a latte in the corner deli down in Town. And it was a heady feeling, being courted thus. Ivona stifled a chuckle as poor Jamison was loaded down with his lady's dry cleaning, signing off on the ticket and adding a good twenty percent extra.

"There's a good lad, James," she said with an unsympathetic smile, pocketing her checkbook. "And do take care not to wrinkle my Valentino, if you please."

The Two, all but buried under clothing bags, grunted agreement and staggered out of the shop, Ivona following. She had several other stops to make this afternoon; bookstore, shoe store, market--she'd been craving some strawberries with real cream for a few days and was determined to procure. The day was hers, and she was long overdue for a bit of indulgence.