Chapter Title: "It's like a bad movie; she's looking through me. If you were me, then you'd be screaming 'Someone shoot me!' as I fail miserably trying to get the girl all the bad guys want." Girl All The Bad Guys Want, Bowling For Soup

Inspired By: Angsty 00Q ficlets by ConsultingWriters on Tumblr

Pairings: Anthea/Irene

Word Count: 221 (excluding headers and footnotes)

It had been a passionate affair, as the old cliché goes. There wasn't much romance to it. Irene wasn't particularly good at romance, which was fine because some people just aren't romantic individuals.

They tried to get dinner together, once upon a time, but it was a bit of a disaster. Both were dressed to the nines; Irene in a shimmering sapphire dress and diamond jewellery set, which was a gift from The Client Nobody Discussed, and Anthea wore a sleek black dress that flaunted her figure.

About five men who possessed no boundaries had propositioned them. And, if that wasn't enough, Anthea's phone had rung, meaning that she had to leave immediately for Hungary.

It couldn't go on. It was just a matter of who would finally call it a day. Perhaps surprisingly, it had been Anthea who'd pulled the plug, tired of cancelling plans that neither intended to uphold anyway.

Every so often, however, she returns to that house in Belgravia and uses Miss Adler's services (at a discounted rate, although Irene will never tell).

"Have you been a bad girl?" Irene stands in the doorway wearing the sheer dressing gown that Anthea had bought for her birthday. "No, no, don't talk. You can't, anyway." The door closes behind her. "Don't you look lovely like this, gagged and bound?"

I wrote this at like 3am so it's probably really bad. Also, I've never written Irene before so I hope I did well. This pairing's been rattling around my brain so please tell me what you think!

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