*narrows eyes* lj, we have HAD THIS CONVERSATION. it is NOT COOL to mock us this way.


when miraz comes in a few minutes later, the bathroom door is closed and the shower is running. susan perches on the edge of the toilet and wipes the last of her makeup off her face and then, because old habits die hard, rummages through her pockets. the only thing she comes up with that shouldn't be there is a business card for a hotel a few streets over, not remotely connected to miraz in any way. she turns it over. there's a time, date, and room number printed on the back in peter's block letters.

"you bastard," she says indignantly, and rips the card in two. then she thinks better of what she's done and tries to fit the pieces back together.

"susan, are you in there?" miraz calls.

"i'm in the shower," susan lies effortlessly.

"did you make this mess?"

of course. anything that's not right with the world offends miraz's sensibilities. somehow it bothers her now when it hasn't bothered her for the better part of two years. damn peter. "i dropped my purse," she calls back. "can we talk in a few minutes, dear? it's hard to hear you."

"of course. just don't forget about the event tonight."