Friday Work Day, setting up for the weekend

For how wild your work day started, within a half hour of Eric finishing his story about Joy the fun came to a stop and it was just the regular bog-standard interning work you’d been doing all summer. Sabrina was going to tell Gemma about it on a call, and before noon Gemma sent your group chat texts about heading to bed, and you wished her a good night. She sent you both a selfie of her in bed, looking tired and smiling, and another one blowing a kiss at the camera.

You, Eric and Sabrina grabbed a fast lunch, though Sabrina ate downstairs with Becks while you and Eric headed back upstairs to the office. You got several texts from Becks through that lunch break as she was reacting to Sabrina retelling the story - mostly in the form of ‘OMG!’s.

The afternoon went pretty much the same as the morning, other than Garrison doing a quick check-in. That sparked Sabrina to put together the package of stuff you’d gathered and she sent it off to her lawyer and CC’d Garrison. The photos and text records from Eric’s phone weren’t damning evidence, but they were definitely contextual to any lasting injury or lack thereof on Joy’s part. By the time the end of the work day was coming around, you’d gotten a couple of texts from Becca asking for an update, so you typed out a super-short version and promised to give her the longer one another time. You’d also traded a few flirty texts with Tasha, who’d worked the morning shift at the bookstore and had the afternoon off before she was going to do a spot at the Comedy Club. Her texts included a sexy bikini pic under the guise of asking if the colour was OK, and the gleam in her eye in the photo told you she knew what she was doing, especially with her nipples hard and bumping out the thin swimsuit fabric.

The three of you called it quits at the end of the day, though. It was a Friday, after all, and you weren’t expected to put in overtime all the time.

“Call her, Eric,” Sabrina encouraged your fellow intern. “This afternoon. If she’s as amazing as you think she is, she’ll like that you followed up with her. Take her somewhere fun tonight.”

“A last-minute date?” Eric hesitated.

“Take her here,” you said, pulling up the Google page for the axe-throwing place you and Gemma had gone to. “It’s fun and casual, and you’ll get a feel for if she leans more Joy-ish than you thought last night.”

Eric noted the place and agreed it was a good idea before heading off for the weekend. That left you and Sabrina on the sidewalk together, and she turned and went on her toes to kiss you as she held both your hands. “I gotta go pick up Emma from the train station,” she said.

“And I need to go pack my stuff,” you nodded. “Do you want me to give you and her that extra time you thought you might need? Maybe stay at Mosche’s for a bit longer than I need?”

Sabrina sighed and shook her head. “No, just come right away and then we can go to dinner together. I’m not going to say anything about the posting stuff until after dinner and we’re back at my- our- place anyway.”

“That felt good, didn’t it?” you grinned.

Your girlfriend grinned and nodded. “It really did. Our place.”

You pulled her to you by the hips and kissed her again, and she groaned happily into it before you let each other go.

“Don’t take too long,” Sabrina said as she headed towards her bus stop. “I miss you already. I’ll only be able to fill the hole in my heart once Gemma is awake and I can call her.”

“Not if I get her on the phone first,” you chuckled, making her laugh.

You grabbed the next bus heading towards the apartment, wondering (hoping) it would be the last time you’d need to do that from the office. You had a feeling you could manage to get everything back and forth in three trips by bus or just one if you ordered an Uber with a decent-sized trunk. The real question, however, was if showing up with all your stuff would be too weird for Emma.

Taking out the problem that Katherine had sent her to Sabrina about, you were meeting your girlfriend’s little sister for the first time. The second person in her family you were meeting. You wanted to make a good impression, and ‘Hey, I’m John, I’m moving in’ didn’t strike you as particularly… impressive.

You’d made the decision to just do one trip with one larger piece of luggage and all your more important stuff as you rode the elevator up to the right floor, and you made a fatal mistake.

You forgot to knock first.

Really, it shouldn’t have mattered if you knocked or not. You were subletting the place, you had every right to come home at the end of the work week and expect to walk into an apartment that was welcoming and peaceful.

That’s not what you walked into.

“Aw, come on,” you groaned, turning and looking away. “It was the first rule.”

Iris shrieked, trying to cover herself up. You’d gotten a flash of perky little boobs capped with dark areolas as she’d been bouncing on Mosche on the couch.

“Shit, dude,” Mosche said. “Sorry.”

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