Trinity Minette was struming her guitar when she heard her door open and Mary came in, swearing under her breath. Theirs was an odd friendship, started a few months back when Mary confessed her feelings to Noelle, only for Noelle to politely say she was not in a good position for a relationship at the time. Trinity found herself being a sympathetic shoulder for Mary to cry on and ever since then they had been buds.
"What's wrong short stuff?" Trinity asked as Mary went to the fridge, cracking it open and pulling out two beers, the goblin walking back and passing one over.
"Tax season." Mary grumped.
Trinity gave a knowing nod. "Hard on you?"
"Dual citizenship sucks, I need to file taxes in Paragon and the Rogue Isles! Thank ts two accountants I have to pay!"
Trinity was one of the few than knew Mary walked both sides of said the law, something the widow let slip one night drinking. Putting down her guitar, Trinity picked up her beer and cracked it, taking a sip. "Surprised old daddy long legs has you paying tax."
The goblin threw up her arms. "I know right! You think he demand tribute, but nope, legal taxation system, so I have to give up some of my pay back to him."
"If the pay is that bad, why not get a union?"
"Last guy that tried to make a union haunts Shark Heads.... And oh my god the claims, how do I claim a latex uniform with out coming off like a sex worker?"
At this Trinity laughed and flicked on the TV, showing the news of several heroes putting down a Troll rave. "Mary, what do you see?"
"Spandex that is too small?"
"Exactly, super suits are tax write offs no matter how silly the look, least that's what my sister said once."
Mary watches the news and puts her unopened can to her head. "Things where so much simpler before I became a widow, all Goblins care about is sex, food and shiniest... But nooooo, I had to join Arachnos, get psycho surgery, now I'm dealing with Taxs and love and shit." The goblin flopped onto her back. "So that's my birching out of the way, what's up with you green?"
Trinity shrugged. "Same old same old, playing to keep a roof over my head, dealing with sisters.... Hearing the occasion argument from down stairs."
Mary's ears perked up. "Goss? Give give."
"Oh the elf is pissed about her kids getting mugged, really went off, heard Seraph step in to calm her down.... Family shit."
"You know, given how thick the floors and walls are, they must of been loud."
Trinity shrugs.
"What's wrong short stuff?" Trinity asked as Mary went to the fridge, cracking it open and pulling out two beers, the goblin walking back and passing one over.
"Tax season." Mary grumped.
Trinity gave a knowing nod. "Hard on you?"
"Dual citizenship sucks, I need to file taxes in Paragon and the Rogue Isles! Thank ts two accountants I have to pay!"
Trinity was one of the few than knew Mary walked both sides of said the law, something the widow let slip one night drinking. Putting down her guitar, Trinity picked up her beer and cracked it, taking a sip. "Surprised old daddy long legs has you paying tax."
The goblin threw up her arms. "I know right! You think he demand tribute, but nope, legal taxation system, so I have to give up some of my pay back to him."
"If the pay is that bad, why not get a union?"
"Last guy that tried to make a union haunts Shark Heads.... And oh my god the claims, how do I claim a latex uniform with out coming off like a sex worker?"
At this Trinity laughed and flicked on the TV, showing the news of several heroes putting down a Troll rave. "Mary, what do you see?"
"Spandex that is too small?"
"Exactly, super suits are tax write offs no matter how silly the look, least that's what my sister said once."
Mary watches the news and puts her unopened can to her head. "Things where so much simpler before I became a widow, all Goblins care about is sex, food and shiniest... But nooooo, I had to join Arachnos, get psycho surgery, now I'm dealing with Taxs and love and shit." The goblin flopped onto her back. "So that's my birching out of the way, what's up with you green?"
Trinity shrugged. "Same old same old, playing to keep a roof over my head, dealing with sisters.... Hearing the occasion argument from down stairs."
Mary's ears perked up. "Goss? Give give."
"Oh the elf is pissed about her kids getting mugged, really went off, heard Seraph step in to calm her down.... Family shit."
"You know, given how thick the floors and walls are, they must of been loud."
Trinity shrugs.
Neph: I wanna fight!