[h2][center][color=ed1c24]Nefertari[/color]

The Morgue[/center][/h2]

As Nefertari got into work, she looked at her phone and saw an explosion of messages. She sighed to herself. She was not looking forward to tonight. Usually when she got together with Clariel for healing, Clariel would try to reel her back in, but Neffy was having none of that. That was the past, they way way way back past. 

As she scrolled through her notices, she groaned as she saw an invite from Club Plasma. She hated Luce and the club, even if they were a main source of business for her and the morgue. Sure, it was nice to be invited to vampire events, but she wasn't exactly on good terms with the high up vampires. Of course if any of them had any idea what went on in Nefertari's house, she'd be pretty much dead. Right then and there. Didn't matter if they needed her to cover up their feedings. Having relations with a witch and angel? Yeah. Pretty much death right there. 

"Oh hey boss, we got a bit of a back-log, they person said it was all for you," one of the young workers said, handing Neffy a clipboard. 

[color=ed1c24]"What? I thought we just had one... Oh. I see. I'll take care of it. Can you get Melissa to work on Mrs. Jenkins, starting up the embalming please? I will go deal with the back-log,"[/color] Nefertari said as she flipped through the paperwork. Of course there had been a party at Club Plasma last night and of course there were now bodies to take care of. She hated her job. She hated her life at that moment. 

She tugged on her lab coat and went into the room and started opening up the freezers. She looked at the bodies and groaned. It was a mess. She looked over them and the paperwork and set to work. Only seven hours to go till she was free to go to Husker's, and man, was she going to need a drink.