Dee dutifully followed her mistress, unquestioning and loyal like a puppy walking off the edge of a cliff. For no real reason, when she sat down she felt a lot better about being in the office, although she did her best to not look at the man who had just dressed; her inattention to him probably made up for the leering stares she received from him. She was starting to feel a little tipsy as the alcohol finally hit her, and she caught herself with a happy smile. It was that stupid drunk grin that you got when you saw something that just made you laugh, something that was fairly nondescript and mundane when your liver wasn't jumping out of your body.<br/><br/>She looked over to Ave, who was in a fairly foul mood; Ave had told her why they were coming here earlier, but she had since forgotten, and she glanced from Ave to Jeff, curious as to exactly what was going to happen between them. The pet really had no motivation to care about the circumstances they were in; either way she would be sleeping at the foot of Ave's bed that night, content with herself.