Break Room

In the break room, crowding the coffee machine, was the skeeviest group of men alive. Their week composed of minimal actual work and reliving sexual conquests. By sexual conquest we mean they lied on Monday about the 'rockin babe on saturday' and then spent the rest of the week embellishing the tale until it was 'I swear to god. The kinkiest twins ever. Best part is they did all the work!' Today Steven was recounting his former gymnast turned pharmaceuticals rep with a secret tattoo story. Sarah and Rosa sat on the far side of the room sharing looks of disgust and exasperation.