He puts something in Krystina's drink.

I really need to jack off.

The pressure is intense, and I can't even do my job right now. However, at this point I don't want to waste an opportunity. Krys's mouth definitely isn't going to come to my cum, so I'm going to have to bring my cum to Krys's mouth. I swing by the break room and grab a bottle of water and a bottle of some cherry soda that I know Kent likes. I stop by the bathroom and jerk off while fantasizing about Krys's ass grinding against my crotch. It doesn't take me long to jizz in the water bottle. I tear the labels just a little bit to mark them, then stow the bottles in the back of the employee fridge.

I catch Krys and Kent having two more make out sessions before work ends. Do they ever fucking work? I feel like I'm going to explode.

The wait staff's shift ends earlier than my shift but they won't leave yet. No matter how much Krys has changed, I doubt she can convince Kent to give up his post work ritual. I grab the two bottles that I set aside and head out back.

I'm not at all surprised to find Kent sitting behind the dumpsters, leaning against the wall, smoking a spliff. I am surprised to see that the new goody goody Krystina is right beside him, taking the spliff from him and sucking in a long drag.

I walk up to them with the drinks. “Hi guys. I saw you here and thought you might be thirsty.”

“Fuck off, loser,” says Krys.

“Hey, easssy, girl,” says Kent. He puts a hand on her tone thigh and rubs up and down. “He's cool. Come on, Devin can sit with us for a sec, right?”

She looks at me sternly, takes another drag off the joint, then says, “Yeah, okay. Have a seat. You want some?”

I shake my head. It's not that I don't want to, I'm just not sure she actually wants to share. I hand them the drinks. Instead of opening them, they just set them down on the ground. I say, “Sorry about what I said this morning.”

Krystina scowls at me. “You can't say that kind of stuff!”

“I'm sorry!” I say. “I don't think well in the morning and I confused you with someone else. I know you're not a bad person or anything.”

Kent snorts with laughter. “Dude, you weren't confusing her with anyone, she's a hard core criminal!”

“What?”

Krystina hands the joint to Kent. “You can't say stuff like that around my dad. If he found out that I've shoplifted from every store I've ever been in, well... he probably wouldn't believe you. “Daddy's little angel” is perfect.”

Kent nodded. “It's true! The shit she gets away with would blow your mind!”

“But still,” says Krystina, “you gotta keep your mouth shut around my dad, okay?”

I nod. Maybe there's more of the old Krys in there than I thought.

“Hey,” says Kent, smoke pouring out of his mouth. “Krys, Devin pulled an epic prank last night! He jizzed in Thad's beer when the little guy wasn't looking!”

She laughs. “Oh my god, that's awesome! That little loser is so annoying. Why do you hang out with him?”

Kent shrugs. “We grew up together. You know how it is, our dads work at the same investment firm. We'll probably work together someday too. You don't always pick your friends.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Krys and Kent both reach for their drinks. She stops and looks at the water bottle. Is she noticing that the safety seal is broken? Then she says, “God, getting high makes me thirsty. Horny, too!” Completely ignoring my presence, she reaches over and grabs Kent's crotch, then opens the bottle and takes a big sip.

The world freezes.