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Office Gossip	By : cdreaiton Category: +A through F > DRAMAtical Murder Views: 1730 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Office Gossip
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
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He was wasted. Completely, totally, undeniably wasted. And he didn’t care one little bit. When he’d agreed to join the women for drinks, he told himself he was only going to have one beer, and then head home. But one beer turned into two, and then two turned into five, and that five had somehow turned into whiskey shots. He was still a little fuzzy on how that had happened, but at the moment, everything was fuzzy.
The waiter brought them all another round, as well as several glasses of water, and informed them that the bar would be closing soon. Checking his coil, Aoba stared at it and squinted until he could make out a ‘2’ and an ‘A’. Just as his mind was about to process how late it actually was, Johanna pulled on his shirt sleeve.
“Why is it that...hic...that all the really nice guys like you...play for the other team, hmm?” Her speech was slow and halting, but relatively coherent.
“I don’t play for any teams. I’m not very good at sports.” Aoba smiled at her and threw back his last shot of whiskey. Thankfully, his drunkenness hadn’t affected his speech too much either.
“Yu knw zacty wat s...sh mnt!” Dana on the other hand, was slurring her words so badly, Aoba wasn’t sure she even knew what she was saying.
“Sh, sh, mnt...Dana, go home. You’re drunk!” Aoba laughed and nearly fell off his chair.
“I’m with Hanna. All the good guys are always gay.” Ida stared sullenly into her water cup. “But don’t worry, Aoba. We support you all the way.”
“She’s right!” Johanna leaned on him precariously, nearly knocking both of them over. “I don’t know if Mr. Noiz goes both ways or not, but that doesn’t mean you don’t have a chance with him.” She grasped Aoba’s hand and shook it slightly, squeezing it reassuringly.
This was the point in the conversation where the logical side of Aoba’s brain would take over and steer said conversation away from such sensitive and embarrassing topics. At least it would have, had it not currently been swimming in high end German beer and Jack Daniels.
“Klara isn’t fucking Noiz.” Aoba’s voice was strong and resolute, despite his intoxication. When the table went quiet and all eyes turned to him, he continued. “No way. No way, no way, no way. Noiz would never, ever be with someone like her.”
“You sound so certain…” Anelie started, but was promptly cut off.
“Two things. First of all, Klara is everything Noiz hates about people. She uses her looks to get what she thinks she wants, she wears waaaay too much make-up, and she takes every single little thing and makes it into this enormous problem. Nothing she ever says is genuine or meaningful, and she would sooner stab you in the back then shake your hand!” Aoba stopped for a moment to catch his breath from the rant.
“And second?” Ida prodded.
“And second...Klara can’t be fucking Noiz, because I am.”
The room was silent except for the tink of glass from the other customers. Everyone stared at Aoba, opened mouthed, eyes wide.
“Seriously? Then why did she…?” Johanna’s shock was evident in her voice.
“She just wants people to think she’s fucking the boss so that they’ll pay attention to her. But she’s lying. Here. I’ll prove it to you.” Aoba pulled up his coil, and before his brain could interfere, he dialed Noiz’s number.
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About three miles away, at another bar in town, Noiz was sitting alone at a table nursing his own cocktail. In front of him lay several tourist guidebooks and travel brochures. Once his project was finished at work, he planned on taking Aoba on a surprise vacation, and he wanted to make sure he chose the right spot to go. Just as he was about to pack everything up and head home, his coil rang. It was Aoba.
“Hey. It’s kinda late. Everything okay?” Noiz kept his voice normal, but he could tell that something was off. Aoba’s eyes had the almost glassy look they got when he’d been drinking too much, and the scenery behind him was definitely not from the mansion. “Where are you?”
“Noiz.” The tone of Aoba’s voice set off a little warning bell in Noiz’s head. “Noiz. Who are you sleeping with?”
The question caught him so off guard that Noiz just stared blankly at the video screen of his coil, blinking at the image on it. When his senses finally returned to him, Noiz sighed, mildly irritated.
“Where are you?”
“Answer me. Who are you sleeping with?”
As Aoba asked the same question again, Noiz noticed that someone behind Aoba was holding up what appeared to be a drink coaster. And written across the center was the name of the bar. Noiz grabbed his bag and dropped some bills on the table, heading for his car.
“You’re not answering. Who...are...you...sleeping with?” Aoba repeated the question a bit more earnestly. Noiz ignored him and focused on the road.
With Aoba continuing to ask the same question over and over, Noiz drove to the bar in silence. The longer his question went unanswered, the more desperate Aoba’s voice became. When Noiz was about halfway to his destination, Aoba’s question changed.
“Is it true? Are you really sleeping with her?” There were tears in Aoba’s voice.
Her? Noiz raised an eyebrow at the question, mild concern mixing with his irritation.
“Why? Why? Am I not good enough anymore?” Now Aoba really was crying. “Are you bored with me?”
Noiz swore internally as he pulled into the bar parking lot. Aoba’s penchants for drama was getting really irritating. He threw the door of the bar open and instantly caught sight of Aoba’s blue hair. Aoba was still babbling into his coil, his crying drowning out any actual words, and a few of the women from the office were surrounding him, hands placed on his shoulders and arms, trying to calm him. Seeing Aoba so distraught caused Noiz to sober a bit and rethink the tongue lashing he was going to give him. The first thing he had to do was get Aoba to stop crying.
One of the women noticed him striding towards them, and jerked her hand back quickly. Noticing her reaction, the other women followed her gaze, and upon seeing Noiz, removed their hands as well. Noiz reached the group, grabbed Aoba’s shoulder, and spun him around roughly.
“Wha?” Aoba’s startled expression changed to one of anxiety bordering on fear when he saw Noiz. His voice was nearly inaudible. “Noiz.”
“I don’t know what crazy ideas you’ve got in your head this time, but listen up, because I’m only saying this once.” Noiz took a deep breath and looked directly into Aoba’s golden eyes. “I’m not bored with you, and I’m not seeing someone else. The only person I care about is you. The only person I’m sleeping with is you.” Noiz leaned in, lowered his voice, and spoke in a threatening tone. “And when we get home, I’m going to fuck you so hard your ears are going to ring for a week.” Aoba shuddered, whether from fear or arousal, Noiz wasn’t sure.
Grabbing Aoba’s arm, Noiz ushered him towards the door. As he pushed Aoba out into the parking lot, Noiz turned and faced the women still standing in the bar.
“I don’t want to hear a single word about this at work tomorrow. Got it?” Noiz glared mildly at the women.
They all smiled.
“Don’t worry, Boss. Your secret’s safe with us.” Anelie’s grin widened as she spoke.
Noiz returned the smile with a smirk, and bowed his head slightly.
“Good night, Ladies.” Content that the women would keep the nights events to themselves, Noiz slipped out the door, helped Aoba to the car, and headed home.
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