<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/H1HLhyB.gif)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Marie</span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Lingerie Shop<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>M.O.N.<br/><hr/><br/>As usual, Marie waited to the last minute to get her paperwork done.    It heaped up on her desk utterly ignored while the engaged in the busy work that is a social worker's job: Meeting the clients (preferably at bars), catching up on the news (preferably with at least one eye closed), and taking naps (preferably with both eyes closed) rather than the mounds of paperwork that only seemed to grow day by day.<br/><br/>As usual, Marie seemed to know the exact moment to start to work on it so it was all done, double checked, and verified right before the deadline.   When you're used to the bureaucracy of a race of contentious monster girls who're lazy down to their core and willing to throw up any sort of obstacle they can to avoid actually having to do anything, human paperwork seemed almost quaint in comparison.<br/><br/>Marie had just finished dotting the last i and crossing the last t when the call went out.   She didn't have the excuse of paperwork anymore so there was no getting out of what was the other part of her job (and admittedly more fun).   Some sort of pantie pervert on the loose?   Seemed like an easy talk down.  Marie drank her coffee and ate her doughnut during the briefing, giving her commanding officer the honor of half paying attention to them.  She ate another doughnut while waiting for transportation.