Drabble 228

Finished 15:07. Library.

 

And on the sixth day Araziel had turned to drink. Specifically, she had turned to Raven's drinks, which certainly had not pleased the assassin. “How long does it take to fix a phone line, anyway?” Raven hissed at Blue, making sure to stay out of sight of Araziel who, as it turned out, was a rather angry drunk. “I don't know, and I don't think the Author likes this any more than we do,” snapped Blue. “How are we even discussing phone lines, anyway? We live in a psudo-medieval setting with no electricity, we should be calling those things witchcraft.”