End of Day, End of Era; Gemma is all packed

The workday felt like it was crawling by, but you were still surprised when you looked up and saw it was lunch. You put it down to the fact that the work was as boring as ever, but you were under 36 hours from when you would lose Gemma.

Eric wanted a sub again and headed down the street, but you, Sabrina and Gemma decided to take one last spin through the bodega together and came back up with the pre-packaged sandwiches and salads that had been your staple lunches all summer. You sat, eating and laughing, and were rejoined by Eric. And then lunch was over and you were back to work again.

It felt almost… anticlimactic when the end of the regular business day came about. Other than the regular drop-ins from Associates and Junior partners dropping off paperwork or checking on jobs, nothing interesting happened. No more meetings called. No Joy storming the office, or Bellagamba. Not even an issue with HR.

The work day came to a quiet close.

“Alright,” Gemma said, having packed up her spot and ready to go. “I’ll go pack all my shit, and see you guys soon?”

“Absolutely,” you promised and kissed her on the cheek as you hugged her.

“See you soon, love,” Sabrina said, squeezing her as well.

Gemma left, waving behind her as she headed out.

“Doesn’t she leave late tomorrow?” Eric asked.

“Yeah, but she’s staying at my place tonight,” Sabrina said. “And we’ll bring her to the airport for her late flight.”

Eric nodded, looking thoughtful for a moment before turning back to his work. Then he sighed. “Fuck. I keep trying to come up with something for the Garrison gift and I feel like I’m trying to buy something for my grade school teacher Teacher Appreciation Day. A mug isn’t enough, is it?”

You snorted and chuckled. “No, probably not. He did handle two lawsuits for you. And two for us.”

“Technically I made him money on that second one,” Eric said, reaching up and rubbing his face where he’d taken the punch from Two Chains. “He got his percentage.”

“I was thinking something he’ll use when working with future interns,” Sabrina said.

“Like what?” you asked.

Sabrina sighed. “That’s as far as I got.”

Eric abandoned his search for the moment and rejoined ticking off tasks on the queue - you had until the end of the next week to acquire whatever you were going to give Garrison.

Soon enough another hour had passed, and the three of you headed out early. Gemma had mentioned that it was her going-away dinner to Garrison, so you assumed he wasn’t going to order a mystery dinner that night to an empty office - you still weren’t entirely sure how he knew the number of people every night. That led to you worrying that maybe he did have cameras in the office that you didn’t know about - but then, you, Gemma, Sabrina and Becks still had your jobs, so that wasn’t likely.

That or sex in the office was a lot more common than you thought.

You and Sabrina took an Uber instead of a bus to Gemma’s and found her almost ready to go. Three heavy pieces of luggage, a backpack and a purse were piled by the front door. You called hello’s to Becca and Charlotte, who had made it home from her work trip to be able to come to the dinner, and then you helped Gemma get her stuff down to the street.

“You’re going to be paying out the ass on overweight charges,” you grimaced as you lined the last piece of luggage up, waiting for your next Uber that would bring you to Sabrina’s.

“I know,” Gemma frowned. “But it can’t be helped. I did have less stuff to bring back with me a couple of months ago. Then someone decided to sweep me off my feet and I needed to jam a couple of stolen hoodies and t-shirts into my luggage too. Not to mention three new gorgeous dresses someone bought me, and all the new lingerie.”

“I apologise for nothing,” Sabrina grinned. “I’ll never hear it said I don’t treat my girlfriend like the absolute princess she is, whether she’s fierce or not.”

“I could take back my hoodies though,” you said, looking wistfully at the bags. You really didn’t have that many, and despite the fact that your girlfriends had metaphorically torn through your old wardrobe they’d both somehow managed to lay claim to all but one of them, plus multiple T-shirts they had originally deemed too nerdy or ugly to be worn outside.

“Not a fucking chance, love,” Gemma smirked, grabbing you by the front of your shirt and pulling you into a kiss. “They smell like you,” she murmured once the liplock eased off. “And God am I going to need that in the next few months.”

You were hugging her and squeezed her even tighter. “That doesn’t help me wanting your smell though,” you said. “And I don’t think your hoodies would fit me.”

She snorted and chuckled as she pulled away. “I dunno,” she said. “I have this crop top one that I think you’d look pretty cute in.”

“No,” you said, seeing the look in Sabrina’s eye as well. “No,” you repeated. “I am not wearing a crop top.”

The rest of the wait for the ride was you fending off their arguments for why you should wear a crop top - and they were future lawyers, so they could make a flimsy case sound almost reasonable at times. You were pretty sure they mostly just wanted to be able to take a picture of you in the crop top though, and would never let you forget it.

Unfortunately, due to traffic, you were running late by the time you made it to Sabrina’s, unloaded Gemma’s stuff into her apartment and then headed back out again for the restaurant. The others would get there first, and you had to wonder what sort of conversation would happen at a table between Becca, Charlotte, Becks and Tasha.

For a moment you had a flash of being completely overwhelmed in a reverse-gangbang situation. That definitely wasn’t going to happen, but the fact that there was any sort of statistical possibility that it could?

Wild.

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