#i think i kind of? remember your braindead verse from ages ago but if you want to change anything let me know and i'll rewrite!

[insanityprinciple]

“ -- okay, but -- ” 

nope. that attempt doesn’t work either. luke and red keep talking, raising their voices even louder to be heard over laurel’s attempt at inserting herself into the conflict in order to just make it stop. she stares first at her brother, willing him to turn his head and look at her, and then at the republican senator, but neither of them are taking their eyes off of each other. things are escalating to an extreme amount over something so stupid as naming a coffee stand over ronald reagan (which -- ew, no--) and laurel is about to stand and slam her hands on the desk to break them up when freaking ella pollock walks in and laurel has had it.

she’s not about to sit and get in the middle of a three way debate, in her own office (why the hell are they even in there in the first place? bad timing, perhaps) and so laurel stands, slings her purse over her shoulder, and stomps out with a little more gusto than usual. 

she glances back, but no, they’re still arguing. she can practically feel the breeze from ella’s violent arm movement.

leaving the office, she nearly slams into someone, her hands coming up automatically to steady the both of them. 

“oh-- oh god, i’m so sorry--” laurel’s apologizing before she even realizes who it is -- while she doesn’t know the woman’s name, she’s seen her coming in and out of red’s office. “i’d... advise against going in there. they’re all...” her hand lifts, fingers wiggling next to her head, eyes wide, to show just how horrible it is in there. 

@ophelialived / !!