Look at your office. Now back to mine. Now back at your office. Now back to mine. Sadly, yours isn't mine.

The Man Your Man Could Smell Like was in.

The demon was in and rocking out to Pat Benatar's Greatest Hits: Fire And Ice, Love Is A Battlefield, Heartbreaker, Sex As A Weapon, and of course, We Live For Love.

Your love's contagious, one kiss is dangerous ( Read more... )

Drake was in his office (sans cat, mouse, or monkey) this week as per usual. He was in a fabulous mood, which may have been while he was playing the radio a bit too loudly.

Sweat, baby, sweat, baby, sex is a Texas drought ( Read more... )

Drake left a note in his office that he was holding his office hours in the park today if anyone was looking for him ( Read more... )

Drake was in his office, making plans. That may have involved a monkey. It was probably best not to ask.

Drake was in his office, busily scouring the internet for info about the newest Robin Hood movie. If they kept to the mid-May release date, he should be able to see it before he was pining for the fjords.

Drake was in his office, playing Treasure Madness on Facebook. He might have been vowing that if he shelled out hard-earned gold to hire minions to lift a giant statue and find nothing one more time, he was going to tract down the game developer and tie him or her up and force them to watch Glitter over and over and over again.

[ooc: The demon is ( Read more... )

Drake had listened to last night's radio broadcast, so he was more than happy to leave a copy of the list of movies pinned to Deadpool's office door. Then it was off to his office for the day, where he was cranking some music.

Drake was in his office, busy writing on the paper in front of him. He was composing an epic love poem to Castiel. Somehow, he would convince the angel his love was true and pure.

And if that didn't work, he'd go back to the hot angel-on-demon RPF.

The demon was in. Drake was leaning back in his chair, green-elfish-shoed feet up on his desk, scanning a magazine the proclaimed itself "PlayDemon." He read it for the articles, really.