Tuesday, and the Coffee Run

You almost slept through your alarm, snoozing it twice without remembering, so the third time it went off you thought it was the first time and hit snooze. By the time you were actually awake enough to realize what time it was, you went into panic mode because it was Tuesday, which meant it was your Coffee Run day.

You were a whirlwind, skipping any kind of breakfast and just barely managing to get yourself wet in the shower before hopping out. By the time you made it downtown the coffee shop was busy as hell, and you had to wait impatiently in line and try and coach yourself not to get irritated with the barista. You went through the Coffee Order group message, making sure you got everything the associates and partners wanted - several had standing orders, but many of the lawyers started their days with meetings out of the office or worked from home sometimes, so they messaged in their orders.

It was a particularly drink-heavy day and since the shop was running low on pastries you ordered a half dozen doughnuts for us interns. You ended up needing to balance four and a half trays of drinks stacked on top of each other, plus the box.

“Good morning- Holy shit, John,” Becks said, standing up and coming from around her desk as you almost lost control of your tower of hot drinks coming through the door.

“Morning,” you grunted. “Thanks.”

Becks had taken the top two trays from you and helped you set them down on her long welcome desk counter. “So how did yesterday end up?” she asked.

“Well, let’s just say you undersold the problem,” you said.

“Shit,” Becks sighed. She found her drink in the trays, labelled with her name, and returned to her chair. “That bad, huh?”

“Becks, she tried to **** me to have sex with her down in the basement storage rooms,” you said.

Becks blinked and then set down her drink. “You’re kidding me.”

“I’m not,” you said. You opened the box of doughnuts and offered her one. “She lied to get Sabrina out of the room and then basically told me I was going to be her fuckboy sex ****, or she’d go cry sexual harassment to the Partners. And who is going to believe me over her?”

“Fuck,” Becks said. She hesitated, frowning at the doughnuts, before sighing to herself and taking one. “I don’t know what to tell you,” she mumbled around her first mouthful. “Usually I’d say report her, but you’re right.” She swallowed. “What did the girls say about it?”

“They were pissed as hell,” you said. “For a second I thought Gemma might try and hunt her down and fistfight her. They got together last night and said they were going to come up with a plan.”

“We did come up with a plan,” Gemma said, coming into the building behind you. You turned and she walked right into your arms, kissing you firmly but without tongue or any extra hugging or anything. “Morning, love.”

“What about the rules?” you asked.

“I think we can swing a good morning kiss for my HR-official boyfriend,” Gemma said.

“Sure, rub it in,” Sabrina said, having come into the building right after Gemma. She reached out and took your hand in a squeeze, though you could tell she wanted more.

“You guys want to share your scheme?” Becks asked. “Anything I can do to help?”

“We’ll let you know if we need you,” Sabrina said. “For now, this needs to be our fight. Or, really, it’s John’s fight and we’re his backup.”

“Alright,” Becks said. “Seriously, anything you guys need. Joy’s gone overboard before but this is the first time I’ve heard of her doing something like this.”

Gemma and Sabrina both took a drink tray, and you took the others and the box of doughnuts and headed to the elevator. Once you were inside, Sabrina put down her tray and pulled your face down to kiss you, with tongue and all. “Sorry we left you last night,” she said. “If Gemma hadn’t gone over to see you, I would have. I figured all three of us wouldn’t have been a good idea late on a work night.”

You grinned. “Thanks, babe.” Then you turned to Gemma and kissed her again, with a slip of tongue this time. “And thank you, love.”

You lost your chance to talk as the elevator arrived on the right floor, and the three of you went back to the conference room. You were hoping for a few minutes of privacy to figure out their plan, but Eric was already inside, the earliest he’d ever been.

“Eric?” you asked in surprise. “What are you doing here an entire fifteen minutes early?”

“Are you kidding?” he asked. “We’ve got Joy supervising us now or whatever, and she’s already acting like a total b– hardass,” he changed his words at the last moment. “There’s no way I’m going to give her a reason to get more pissed at me.”

“All it took for you to get here a little early was being a bitch?” Gemma smirked. “Wow, I should have started bitching you out weeks ago.”

“Ha. Ha. Ha,” Eric deadpanned.

You dropped off your bag and went to deliver the coffee, leaving the doughnuts behind. By the time you got back when you went to grab one, you were faced with the basic bitch honey dip as the only doughnut left in the box.

“Eric ate two,” Gemma said.

“It was going to be three but we made him leave one for you,” Sabrina said.

“Gee, thanks Eric,” you said, lifting the plain doughnut.

“What?” he asked. “I gotta take my perks where I can.”

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