Waiting to get picked up for the party

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Aaron needed to have a conversation with himself one of these days. He had been creampieing women left and right without a single thought to the consequences or future. One of these days he was going to have Harley Quinn come up to him and say that he was the father of their child. He was not ready for that kind of commitment, that level of responsibility.

He pushed his mind from those thoughts and focused on ironing his suit. December 13, the day of reckoning, the great party of Tanya Fox. He wondered who exactly was coming. Tanya was vague in her messaging and listed nothing but the obvious: his supervisors, coworkers, a couple executives. There was a chance, given how his luck operated, that Damian Wayne or one of the Wayne wards (hopefully Cassandra) would come. Of course, it was an arbitrary guess and held no logical weight to it.

They were told to come in pairs–dates. If that wasn't possible on their own merits, they would be forcibly paired with another coworker. Professionalism, apparently. Aaron personally found it stupid but there wasn't much he could do about it, especially because everybody else in his department seemed to have boyfriends and girlfriends and were ecstatic about having them meet.

Aaron was **** to partner up with Iman Avesta. Although a director, she was a solemn woman who likely didn't have a date or much experience in male-female relations. He didn't mind it all that much. He preferred Iman over pretty much everyone in his department.

The all black suit made him feel compact and upward. Shoulders broad, crotch tight, and black hair swept back. He squeezed lotion in his hands and spread it over his face, hiding the tiny blemishes and creases.

It was cold outside. He waited for Iman to text him. She was the prideful sort so she managed their ride today. When his phone buzzed and she rolled up on the side of the street, Aaron stood at his door confused.