fandomtownies | The Devil's Nest [Monday afternoon]

When Joan sauntered her way into the club, flicking on the house lights as she peeled off her gloves and adjusted her updo after unpinning her hat, she realized she had absolutely no idea where to start. Though the office was probably promising. And when she got down there and realized that first, she was alone in the building today, and secondly, Eric kept files in several languages she didn't recognize.

So Joan pulled the files out, bringing them up into the club proper so she'd have not only light but comfort to work in, and set to the task of organizing them by language. There were so many with umlauts, though. She had to guess a bit for those.

And if she was repressing the fact that there had been small people running around all weekend, and she was fairly sure her boss had been a child who'd wanted to slide for her...well. Could you blame her?

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