7-9: A weak, if technically believable, excuse

Jim starts to turn back towards Kate, then does a double take, staring at your face. "Jesus, Sean. What the hell is wrong with you?"

Roll +cool (+1: +1 cool) to get out of trouble. On a 10+, you get out of trouble with no problem. On a 7-9, you can do it, but it will cost you.

7 + 1 = 8: On a 10+, you get out of trouble with no problem. On a 7-9, you can do it, but it will cost you.

Your face is flushed, your heart is racing, you are sweating, and you might have a wet spot darkening the front of your pants in a second, depending on how much cum, if any, was left inside you.

"Oh," you begin weakly. "I guess I don't feel so hot today."

Jim looks at you scornfully. "Well, you look like shit. Why don't you take your sick-ass back home to bed instead of bringing it in to the office and spreading it around? I know we're a light crew on Friday, but I don't want any part of ... whatever it is you have." He looks you up and down again, scornfully.

As Jim speaks, you flick your eyes over to Kate, and find that she is staring at you murderously. You can practically hear the words her body language is conveying: you have to come up with something better than that.

"No, I, it was just a late night ... last night. Travel delays. I don't feel nauseous or anything. Just tired." You throw in a yawn for good measure, and take another pull of coffee.

Scowling skeptically, Jim shakes his head. "Whatever, man." He looks over at Kate. "Did I hear the coffee is best avoided this morning?"

Kate shrugs. Her face has returned to its neutral setting, the daggers in her eyes sheathed for the time being. "I was just saying, better bitter coffee than no coffee."

Jim nods. "Well, I should go get some, then." He looks at you again disgustedly, then turns and walks away, back towards the kitchen.

After several long seconds of silence, enough time for Jim to get out of earshot and likely most of the way to the kitchen, Kate springs up and plants a finger in your chest. "You idiot!" she whispers fiercely. "What the hell was that?!"

"I couldn't think of anything," you reply weakly. "At least, not quickly."

Kate leans in, her face inches from yours. "Well, think of something ahead of time, next time! Better yet, just say something. You're good with words. People pick up on your energy at least as much as your logic, and I'm sure you can run verbal circles long enough to tire out any lingering doubt. Now get out of here before Jim comes back from the kitchen. Go do some work. Some regular work. We'll talk during our scheduled meeting time." Kate leans back, pushing off of your with her finger, then makes a shooing motion.

You dutifully leave her office and head back to your cubicle.

Kate is unimpressed with the way you handled Jim, and loses -1 Desire.

You have 5 XP, -1 Hard, +3 Hot, +1 Cool, -1 Control, Cunnilingus, and Take Direction (Kate). Desire levels: Kate -1, Rachel -1, Maria +0.

As you have 5 XP, now is a good time to pick a new Move.