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intheheartTitle: Favors
Rating: PG for cussing.
Summary: Joy asks a favor.
Date: 2004
AU: That One AU Where Joy Slept With Torey That One Time
Notes: Takes place the morning after Lifesaver in that one AU where Joy slept with Torey that one time. Thanks to Sara and Kelly for looking it over!
Warnings: Mention of Maya's exploitation and violence.
Judicious lying got her past the receptionist and security-- she was pretty sure they thought she was a prostitute, but whatever, it wasn't the first time-- and onto the fourth floor, where she simply dodged everyone until Torey left his office and obviated the need to get past his secretary. Joy accosted him two steps away from his door.
"Joy," he said, sounding shocked-- as well he should; it had been two years since they'd slept together. "What are you doing here?"
"I need a favor," she said. "Don't worry, I think you'll enjoy it."
His eyes narrowed. "You know I'm married now?"
"Not that kind of favor," she said. "The manager of the Velvet Lounge, your employee, is hiring underage teenagers to strip and then intimidating them into doing what he wants, while you pay his salary." She got as close to his face as she could, given the difference in their heights. "I want you to fuck his shit up."
Torey looked at her for a moment, then nodded, slowly. "It will be my pleasure."
She smiled. "I thought as much."
Rating: PG for cussing.
Summary: Joy asks a favor.
Date: 2004
AU: That One AU Where Joy Slept With Torey That One Time
Notes: Takes place the morning after Lifesaver in that one AU where Joy slept with Torey that one time. Thanks to Sara and Kelly for looking it over!
Warnings: Mention of Maya's exploitation and violence.
Judicious lying got her past the receptionist and security-- she was pretty sure they thought she was a prostitute, but whatever, it wasn't the first time-- and onto the fourth floor, where she simply dodged everyone until Torey left his office and obviated the need to get past his secretary. Joy accosted him two steps away from his door.
"Joy," he said, sounding shocked-- as well he should; it had been two years since they'd slept together. "What are you doing here?"
"I need a favor," she said. "Don't worry, I think you'll enjoy it."
His eyes narrowed. "You know I'm married now?"
"Not that kind of favor," she said. "The manager of the Velvet Lounge, your employee, is hiring underage teenagers to strip and then intimidating them into doing what he wants, while you pay his salary." She got as close to his face as she could, given the difference in their heights. "I want you to fuck his shit up."
Torey looked at her for a moment, then nodded, slowly. "It will be my pleasure."
She smiled. "I thought as much."
