Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Seven Days ❯ Chapter 5 - The morning after ( Chapter 5 )
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By: CattyKitty 
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.29.2012 | Pages: 4 | Words: 6.2K | Visits: 528 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.29.2012 | Pages: 4 | Words: 6.2K | Visits: 528 | Status: Completed
CattyKitty
(Standard disclaimer: I do not own any of the Sailor Moon characters of which I am writing about. The story is my original and I write for fun without compensation. All characters belong to Naoko Takeuchi.)
Seven Days
Chapter 5
The morning after
*Mamoru*
He had just finished his morning run and was on his way to the arcade to catch a breather; it wasn't open yet at this time, but he knew Motoki would be there. He was always there. As he rounded the corner a couple of blocks away from the arcade, he noticed a very sleepy Usagi on the corner opposite of him waiting for the traffic light to change.
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Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, her curls loosened from the night before but still bouncing as she walked. She wore a tight black tank top paired with the shortest tan shorts he'd ever seen on anyone. Maybe it was just that he still wasn't used to seeing her out of uniform, but the soft curves of her body in those particular clothes made her look so hot. Even though he had seen more leg from her last night, he found out that it was a completely different thing to see them in the daylight. With the early sun shining on them and having them appear to glow, he had the strongest urge to stroke them.
After he had gone home yesterday, he had thought about how Usagi's amazingly soft body felt pressed against him for most of the night, that by the time that the sun's first rays seeped through his window, he had barely gotten any sleep. He still woke up to go jogging and although he usually only went on the weekdays, he knew he needed it to wake himself up properly (especially since he had to go to work later). Running always helped to clear his mind and release tension and he especially needed it today.
He waited for Usagi on the corner as she crossed the street toward him. Even as she made it to his side, she walked right by without noticing him. Considering that she yawned every couple of seconds, it was clear that she was really tired, but he was still surprised at how much escaped her. He pulled on her ponytail playfully as she almost walked past him and she turned around quickly, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk to look up at him
"Oh. Hey," she greeted cautiously and a little sleepily. He stared at her, not knowing what to do next; she had never said hi to him before. Was he supposed to say hi back, or was he supposed to go back to their old routine and bother the crap out of her?
"I never thought you were capable of waking up this early," he said, deciding to play it safe. She rolled her eyes and kept walking in the direction of the arcade. He followed close behind her, enjoying the sight of her walking in front of him (he could practically see her whole ass in those shorts!). "Where are you going?"
"It's none of your business," she answered smoothly. "Why are you following me anyway?" She smirked as she looked down at his running outfit. "You should just keep on running by." He smiled at her sarcasm, realizing how glad he actually was that their encounter was normal as usual.
"I'm not following you; we just happen to be going the same direction," he clarified. "And why are you dressed like that anyway? Were you walking outside hoping to bump into me?"
"You're delusional!" she exasperated, walking faster to leave him behind. He easily caught up to her and grabbed her from the back. She squealed when he picked her up by the waist. "Omigod! Why are you so strong!" she laughed, struggling from his grip with no avail. "Put me down!"
"Don't get mad at me for trying to cop a feel; you're barely even dressed." He put her back down, letting his hands linger over her bare stomach as her shirt rode up.
"You're such a perv!" she complained, pushing his hands away as she pulled her shirt back down.
"That's your favorite part." She rolled her eyes.
They reached the arcade and he wondered why she would be coming here so early; it wasn't even open yet. As he went to pull open the door to the back entrance of the arcade, he felt it was a little eerie that not more that just a couple of hours ago, they had departed from this very spot, but neither one said anything and went in.
He followed her in to the main area of the arcade and what he saw was disturbing. The arcade was a complete disaster, a disgusting mess. How the hell did Motoki think he was going to clean this place up in the four hours before it was time to open?
Usagi also looked on with horror, frozen in place over by the doorway, before walking over to a booth and burying her face into her arms on the table. He wondered why it would make her so upset at seeing the arcade like this, but shrugged indifferently; he knew that this was like her holy land or whatever. He made his way to the fridge behind the counter to get a drink, stepping over trash on the way. At hearing the door to the fridge slam, Motoki came out of the storage room and greeted him.
"Can you believe that it was actually two raccoons that woke me up this morning?" Motoki said walking over to him.
"What?" he asked him confused.
"Well, I was passed out in the back lounge and they were digging through the trash on the floor... Some idiot must have opened the window last night for them to have come in, I guess." Motoki shrugged nonchalantly as if what he'd said was completely normal.
"What the hell? Why didn't you go home last night?" he asked. Now that he mentioned it, Motoki's clothes were wrinkled as hell.
"Shit, I'd tell you, if only I could remember half the things that happened yesterday," Motoki joked. "I'll tell you what I do remember though. Do you recall that slutty girl from our macroeconomics course sophomore year?" Mamoru nodded, surprised that he was talking like that in front of Usagi, but figured that he hadn't realized she was there.
Behind him, he noticed Usagi perk up and look in their direction, clearly interested in what Motoki had to say. For a moment he considered telling him that Usagi was there, but decided not to. Hopefully this would show her that Motoki wasn't half the saint she thought he was. So he just nodded enthusiastically at Motoki so he could continue with his story.
"Well, her tits are definitely fake." He laughed at Usagi's shocked expression at Motoki's confession, but Motoki simply nodded along with him, thinking he was laughing at his story. "I know, I know, you were right all along, but all this time I was really hoping that I wasn't imagining all that jiggle." Motoki shrugged. "Oh well. She still titi-fucked me with those bazookas and it was great."
"OH MY GOODNESS!" Motoki jumped at the sudden shout from behind him and turned around, his face turning red when he noticed Usagi. "I can NOT believe you!"
"Usagi-chan! I didn't notice you were here already..."
"This is the most disappointing day in my entire life!"
"Usagi-chan, I had no idea-!" Motoki tried apologizing.
"My heart is broken, Motoki," she said clutching her chest. "I can't believe that I would ever hear you talk like that! All this time! All this time you really were just as bad as Mamoru! I don't want to believe it!"
"Well believe it; I've been trying to tell you that from the beginning," he drawled.
"Mamoru, what the fuck!" Motoki hissed. "Why didn't you tell me you came in together?"
"Who cares?" he shrugged looking over at her. "She can't be a virgin forever, right? She'll get over it." Usagi narrowed her eyes as she stormed over to them and he couldn't keep his eyes off her soft thighs for a single moment. He was an idiot for not taking advantage of the moment they had alone together before they came into the arcade.
"For your information, asshole, I was just kidding anyway!" Usagi fumed. "I already knew about how Motoki got oh so many goods and services in the back office yesterday."
"Oh really?" he asked, since Motoki was too embarrassed to answer. "How? Where you watching him through a peephole?" She spluttered at his comment, crossing her arms in front of her.
"Of course not, you sicko!" she scowled at him again. She then turned to Motoki and stared at him disappointedly. "Here's some advice: don't hook-up with the loudest whores you can find. Emerald? Really? Was there NO ONE ELSE in the ENTIRE party that you could have gotten a blowjob from?" Both of them just started at her in shock.
"How..." Motoki just shook his head, apparently at a loss for words. "How do you even know her?"
"I DON'T know her! That's my point! She was going on and about you--of course she was being flattering--but still, she said way too much." Motoki covered his face in shame and she drolly put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "That's why Mina and I were just dying yesterday. We were laughing at you and everything Emerald said about you. MWAHAHAHAHA!"
Her maniacal laughter was so catchy that he couldn't stop laughing until she did. Motoki just stared at them both, quite amused himself. That was the good thing about him; he never took things to heart.
"Okay, so you got me there," he said, trying to simmer them down. "Advice dully noted. Now tell me, what else do you know? What was Mamoru up to last night?" He looked at her curiously, wondering what she was going to answer him.
"Oh, he obviously went home alone." She gave him the hugest smile and he had to chuckle. Motoki looked at him to share more information.
"Nothing out of the ordinary," he answered breezily. Girls were always pawing at him, so there was no surprise there, but the fact that it had been Usagi, was shocking indeed. But he didn't think he was going to tell Motoki quite yet; least of all, in front of her.
"Oh really?" Motoki asked looking dubious. "But I thought I saw you with three blondes at some point. Please tell me that at least one of them was as crazy as Emerald." Usagi turned away from Motoki, her face turning completely red as she probably figured out what he was referring to. The fact that Motoki had seen them together without realizing it was her meant Usagi must have some really good luck.
"Two of them were pretty crazy," he answered. Usagi stared at him tensely. "And the other one, well she was just... an idiot," he said with a shrug. Usagi rolled her eyes. "I just couldn't deal with any of them."
"Well, that sucks for you," Motoki said changing the subject. "Are you ready to start cleaning?" he asked Usagi. Her head drooped slightly, but she nodded reluctantly.
"Yeah, I guess..." she said, following Motoki toward the storage rooms and disappearing into the back with him. So that's what she was here so early for, to help him clean.
He heard them start to move things around; things being pushed, pulled and dropped loudly in the back and he couldn't for the life of him understand why Motoki refused to just hire a damn cleaning crew. It wasn't like he couldn't afford it. He should have just rented out a location to have this party at in the first place, but no, he liked doing things the hard way.
Although he had to admit, if he had to choose between sitting on his lazy ass while watching cleaners pick this mess up or scrubbing floors with Usagi (especially in that outfit), he already knew what his choice would be. But what about Motoki? Was he also interested in Usagi too? He always saw Motoki brush Usagi's flirtatiousness off, but they never really talked about her. Was it because he genuinely only thought of her as a little sister as he always claimed or was it something else completely?
Motoki was his best friend... he wouldn't dream of taking anything away from him. Usagi wasn't really even considered a friend; Motoki was his brother. But either way, he was just being absurd; he didn't really like Usagi all that much anyhow. If Motoki did lay claim to her, then there was nothing he would do and it would all work out for the better he supposed.
BUT.... he was sure though, that if Motoki was really interested in Usagi, he would have definitely have known about it; they have always been open with each other when it came to female interests. What he should really be worrying about was what he was going to do with this frustrating situation between him and Usagi; he wasn't sure how much more sexual tension he could handle. Should he be more aggressive or come at her more collectively; what would she respond to best?
A couple of minutes later, Usagi came back out with a bucket, sponge, soap and gloves on her hands and pointedly ignored him as she made her way to start her cleaning duties. She started washing the tables and he quickly turned around before he became embarrassingly aroused at watching her sexy backside bent towards him. He took another sip of his refreshingly cold drink and started trying to get into the right mentality for work.
But all he could focus on right now were his thoughts about Usagi and he was sure of just one thing; he really wanted to fuck her. Her hot body was all he could think about. He was sure that her quick temper towards him--something that he couldn't discount--could also be used in a more productive way... He never thought that she would get him as worked up as it did, but with Usagi he was starting to learn that he had lot of firsts when it came to her.
One thing that he would never do with any other female was ask for sex; he didn't want them to think that he needed anything from them (they either offered themselves up or begged for it). They were perfectly disposable; if they wouldn't do it, then any--and every--other girl would. Second, he would never let them leave with a task uncompleted; if they were going to flirt with him and get him hard then they better do something to finish their job. Not that he would force them to do anything they didn't want to, but let's just call it one of his many talents that he was exceptional at making others do what he wanted. Thirdly, which pretty much summed everything up, most girls were whores and he never hesitated to treat them like one.
With Usagi, he had followed none of his own rules and it was on the verge of driving him crazy trying to figure out why. Sure she had some great qualities about her, he knew that, but why was he extra careful around her when he didn't need to be? He didn't owe her anything and yet it was getting harder to treat her mean. He really needed to figure exactly where they stood with each other and soon.
She was currently facing in his direction as she leaned over to clean. Her low cut shirt allowed him to see all of her soft, supple glory and he was reminded of how he left a trail of wet kisses down her neck and chest all last night.
"You should really stop drooling," Usagi commented casually, bringing him out of his thoughts. She had an impish look to her as she stood across from him on the other side of the counter. She smiled slyly as she bent over to clean again, giving him a beautiful view of her jiggling breasts.
"Oh, please. You're the one dying for my attention," he grinned coolly, getting out of his seat and moving around the counter closer to her. He didn't fight the urge to touch her, (since when did he have self-restrain anyway?) and reached around to grab her ass firmly, knowing that it would probably infuriate her. She gasped and jumped, but didn't look nearly as angry as he thought.
"Do you have no boundaries?" she asked, but curiously didn't move away from his touch. He shook his head unabashed and gave her a quick slap in the ass to prove his point. If she didn't want him touching her then she could just move away from him, but clearly she enjoyed being right where she was.
"That's why you like me so much," he taunted.
She was just about to protest when she heard Motoki coming closer and she jumped away from him. He raised his eyebrows at her questioningly; why did it matter if Motoki saw them, she should know that he was going to find out anyway.
"I have a good idea; how about you leave me alone," she muttered, wiping at the counters furiously, trying to keep her blush out of Motoki's sight since he was now standing beside them. Why (and how) she had managed to change moods so fast, he couldn't figure out, but it only served to remind him that this was why she was still the immature girl he loved to tease for that very reason. He decided to let it go and just play along; apparently she really liked arguing with him.
"I have an even better idea," he proposed. "How about you go wash my car?" he suggested and she glared at him indignantly. Motoki was trying hard not laugh because he was probably thinking the same thing; she really was already dressed for the part. It would be like those slutty cheerleader fundraiser things guys loved so much.
"Asshole!" she hissed. "Why don't you just go away; Motoki-san and I are trying to get some work done right now and you're not helping! I'm sure that there are OTHER girls out there that would love to wash your car," she dismissively suggested, turning away from him.
"You are completely right, Odango," he couldn't help but tease. "I'll go find Hino-san."
He didn't know what hit him until he felt wetness seeping through his shirt. He couldn't believe that she had thrown a sponge at him! He was about to flip out and yell at her, but when he noticed the flames burning in her eyes, he decided against it. Maybe he had gone too far with that one; he should just be glad that she hadn't aimed for his face!
"What's your problem?!" she yelled.
"I don't have a problem," he told her calmly. "I'm just saying the truth." They all knew that Rei had this huge crush on him; even Motoki nodded in agreement, but Usagi was practically seething.
"Do you even like her?" Usagi demanded angrily, refusing to meet his stare.
He knew he had to answer this carefully, because although she was pretending like it didn't matter to her, it clearly did. Lucky for her, he didn't have to lie.
"You know I don't," he said and watched her stiffen as his message sunk in; she had to have understood what he'd meant. He never even came close to giving Rei a kiss on the cheek, let alone all the things he'd done (and been ready to do) with her yesterday; he liked Usagi much more than he'll ever like Rei.
"I don't know anything!" she said and he could hear the little bit of guilt laced in her voice. He knew she and Rei were really good friends and he also knew that girls were bad at keeping secrets. Usagi would probably spill the beans to Rei about what they did eventually; it was in their nature. Hopefully he would be around when it happened; he could already imagine them both in a sexy brawl, fighting over him as they clawed one another, ripping away at each other's clothes as they fought for his affection.
"Of course, he doesn't like Rei, Usa-chan!" Motoki answered. "Mamoru's just kidding around; honestly it's as if you enjoy letting him get you mad." Motoki stared at her curiously and Mamoru smirked at her flustered response; Motoki had made a great point.
"Don't you dare go there, Motoki!" she threatened him.
"I'm just saying!" Motoki argued.
"Well don't!" she huffed. "This idiot is barely worth any of my time, so stop making stupid and completely inappropriate remarks!" she said angrily.
"Barely worth you time, huh?" Mamoru asked with a raised brow. "Then why is it that you seem to be the one that's always looking for me to argue with?" Usagi narrowed her eyes before answering.
"I don't look for you any more than you look for me!" she huffed indignantly, but he hated to admit that it was true; they both seemed to search for the other one to pick on quite regularly. Motoki raised his eyebrows at them and sighed loudly.
"When are you two going to admit that you're both just obsessed with each other and call it even?" Motoki asked with a yawn, clearly already bored with their arguing.
"Don't worry..." Usagi purred, a small grin forming on her lips as she stared at him. "You don't have to say it out loud, Mamoru. I know you are."
He chuckled lightly, amused at her wicked smile and understanding exactly what she meant by it, but didn't bother to disagree with her. He guessed it was kind of true--he did have some kind of weird fascination with her; that much he couldn't deny, but he knew that she was just as intrigued about him as well.
"You're not even going to deny it, huh?" Motoki asked him slyly. He simply shrugged.
"I'm sure she knows the real answer to that question anyhow," he smirked and Usagi looked away from his gaze embarrassed. Motoki looked between them confused, but stayed silent and gave him a crafty grin before shaking his head.
"I just hope that I don't know the real answer to that," Motoki laughed, but Mamoru wasn't sure if he was joking or not since he was so protective of Usagi. "I'll see you after work," Motoki told him, looking at the clock and realizing that it was time for him to leave.
Usagi mumbled a low farewell and he nodded, picking up his half-empty water bottle and heading out the door. Taking a deep breath of the crisp fresh air outside, he smirked to himself. Wait until he saw her later; he'll show her just how truly obsessed he actually was.
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*Usagi*
Today had been such a long day and she couldn't believe that it was still nowhere near over. She was still super tired from all the partying last night and in addition to all the work she had to do with Motoki, she was beat. She just wished that she hadn't agreed to help him, mentally smacking herself for being a total glutton; the only reason she had agreed was because he'd promised her a whole month of free food (and there was no way she could have declined that!).
She couldn't really complain though; it hadn't been all that bad, she had so much fun with Motoki. They talked and joked the entire time while they cleaned and even tangoed across the room when a catchy song came on the radio. In the end, they hadn't stayed as long as she had predicted and she had been able to go home early and get some much-needed sleep.
And it had all been because of the surprise help she and Motoki had gotten when cleaning up the arcade. Apparently Mamoru had no confidence in their abilities and had sent over a cleaning crew to come do the work for them. As annoying as it was having him undermining them, she was so grateful that he had, because there really was no way for her and Motoki to have done it alone. They had barely made it on time for the opening with the help! Finally, Mamoru had managed to make himself useful!
It was now mid-afternoon and she was so refreshed from her nap, that she was super energetic when she finally met up with Minako. Throughout the morning she had plenty of time to think about Mamoru, but her thoughts were still as jumbled as they were last night. What was she going to do about him, about this whole situation? That's why she was grateful that she and Mina were both nestled in an intimate table for two in the back of the arcade; hopefully the goddess of love could really give her some good advice.
Yesterday, she had barely been able to resist Mamoru when he'd invited her over to his place; it'd been so hard for her to decline him. He was just so tempting! Thankfully, she'd been able to remain levelheaded and was able to deny him, but he had no idea just how bad she'd wanted to give in.
He'd made her feel so amazing and she was definitely craving more of what he had to offer. When she'd bumped into him this morning, she tried to hide how ecstatic she felt at seeing him so soon. Of course she'd been nervous, having no idea how they were going to react to one another, but when Mamoru had greeted her with his light bantering, she felt at ease knowing that they could just keep acting the way they always had. Hopefully nothing really had to change.
However, this situation with Mamoru also led her to think about other things as well; like Rei. She had spent most of her night up in bed thinking about what she had done and the guilt was driving her insane. Even though Rei was as bratty as can be at times, she valued their friendship beyond anything else and currently felt like the worst friend in all of history. Rei had always had a crush on Mamoru and even though it didn't sound like a big deal, she felt that what happened yesterday between them was the ultimate betrayal on her part.
"Mina-chan," she started cautiously after they had settled down comfortably in their seats.
"Yup!" Mina chirped, focusing on her. Now where should she start?
"Well," she began and Minako raised her eyebrows in interest. "Something kind of happened yesterday and I don't know what to do." She recounted the nights events to her, being careful to notice that neither Motoki nor Mamoru were around. "The problem is that Rei sort of has this thing for him and I don't know where to go from here."
"Well," she stared thoughtfully, "if Mamoru and Rei like each other then don't-"
"He doesn't like her!" she blurted out quickly and she instantly felt horrible. Mina looked at her in surprise.
"How do you know?" Mina asked and so she told her what Mamoru had said to her this morning. "So then what are you so worried about? You both clearly like each other; it doesn't sound like there's a problem to me!" Mina said smiling, making it sound so simple, but she did not understand the guilt that was eating her up inside.
"The problem is that Rei would totally kill me if she found out what happened! And she would be right; what I did was horrible!" she said worried.
"Forget about Rei for a moment. Just because she likes him, doesn't mean that it's your problem if he doesn't feel the same way towards her." She didn't exactly know how to feel about that. Wasn't that the whole point of friendships, though? You stay away from the guy your friend likes? She laughed nervously; maybe Mina wasn't the right person to talk about his to after all...
"Forget about it..." she said dejectedly, trying to change the subject. "Let's talk about something else." But Mina was eager to give her advice regardless.
"Usa-chan, you need to worry about yourself, not Rei." Mina stated.
"But she likes him!" she whined, wishing that it wasn't true just so she could have him all for herself... GOODNESS! What was she saying?
"You're not betraying Rei by liking Mamoru; you can like whoever you want! Besides, it's not like they're dating or anything, so you're not really stealing him away from her. Just keep going along with it and have fun; I won't tell Rei if you won't." Mina joked.
Usagi sighed, maybe Mina had a point; Rei only had a tiny little crush on Mamoru, it's not like they'd had a shared history together or anything. Besides, as unfortunate as it was, she did like Mamoru. And if things kept continuing like they did this morning with him, she'd eventually have to tell Rei about what was going on. There was no way that she couldn't keep stuff like this from her! She should probably tell her soon too before someone else did, because with her luck, someone was bound to have noticed what happened between them last night and start spreading rumors.
"So what are you going to do?" Minako finally asked her.
"I don't know," she answered, biting her lip.
Mamoru was so freaking complicated that even though she was excited to experience... ahem, things with him, she still was a little skeptical about what was really going on. Honestly, she wasn't totally convinced that he even liked her and couldn't stop wondering if this was just one of those jokes he liked to play on her. Sure they had fooled around at the party, but hadn't everyone? He was always surrounded by a whole bunch of girls practically throwing themselves at him and was probably having sex all the time, right now even! So what did he need her for?
Sure, they had been flirty with each other a lot and she had caught him staring at her shorts more than a few times this morning (which was why she had been reluctant to change into something different when she went back home), but she had to admit, they were scandalously short! Even Motoki had embarrassingly admitted to noticing. He had called her a 'distraction' when she had bent to pick up something that had fallen to the floor. He had the grace to apologize for blatantly staring at her, but she was sure it was feigned considering he couldn't wipe the sheepish look off his face afterward. Men...
"OMG! Usa-chan, I'm so sorry! But I forgot that I was supposed to meet Kunzite! I gotta go!" Minako slid out the booth, grabbing her belongings in a hurry.
"MINA?! You're DUMPING me? You told me we had that the whole afternoon to hangout! What the hell!" she yelled annoyed. Mina threw an apologetic smile before dashing through the sliding doors.
"BYE! I'll call you later!" she said before disappearing around the corner.
Oh she would not forgive her for this! Who the hell was Kunzite anyway? Everyone was now staring at her because of all the commotion; how embarrassing! She turned back to the table to look for her cell phone, trying to hide her face from the nosy customers. Mina was totally going to get a hate message from her now!
She picked up the phone and was about to start her angry text rant to Mina when she saw someone standing by her table through her peripheral vision. She turned to see Mamoru looking down at her with the cockiest grin she'd ever seen and she was suddenly glad that Mina had left when she did. Talk about perfect timing.
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*Motoki*
What a night it had been. Maybe the party had not been one of his brightest ideas, but he'd certainly learned his lesson. He'd thrown many parties before, but it was the stupidest thing ever to have done it at his job. He had to wonder if he was just a complete idiot sometimes.
He really was so grateful for Usagi's help that morning, because without her, he really wouldn't have been able to do it. He couldn't believe at how horrible the arcade had looked; he had to figure out a way to thank her for it later. Thankfully, it was all fine now and he could finally go home and get the sleep he so desperately needed. He was running so close to 'E' now and was sure he would pass out soon.
Besides the very early breakfast he'd bought for him and Usagi at 8am, he didn't have anything else in his system. He'd drank a couple of energy drinks to keep him awake throughout the day, but he could feel it's effects already starting wearing off, the horrible feeling of a crash slowly creeping up on him.
The party had been fun though and it reminded him a lot of his high school years when he and Mamoru would do stupid shit like this all the time. The amount the females he hooked up with last night was pretty impressive and he felt proud of himself for remembering all of their names too: Emerald, Mimete, Tellu, Eudial, and er... there had been one other... Well, at least he remembered most of their names. Anyway, all that mattered was that he got some ass last night. Who cared from where.
Right now he was just glad that he was almost done with some paperwork. Because after he finished it, he would be able to go home (Lizzie was coming in a little while to cover for him so he could leave early). He just wished that time would move a little faster and the next shift of employees would come already so that he could go home and sleep off his hangover. Hopefully Mamoru stopped by soon before he left so that he could brag to him some more about all the tail he'd missed out last night by leaving early.
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Seven Days
Chapter 5
The morning after
*Mamoru*
He had just finished his morning run and was on his way to the arcade to catch a breather; it wasn't open yet at this time, but he knew Motoki would be there. He was always there. As he rounded the corner a couple of blocks away from the arcade, he noticed a very sleepy Usagi on the corner opposite of him waiting for the traffic light to change.
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Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, her curls loosened from the night before but still bouncing as she walked. She wore a tight black tank top paired with the shortest tan shorts he'd ever seen on anyone. Maybe it was just that he still wasn't used to seeing her out of uniform, but the soft curves of her body in those particular clothes made her look so hot. Even though he had seen more leg from her last night, he found out that it was a completely different thing to see them in the daylight. With the early sun shining on them and having them appear to glow, he had the strongest urge to stroke them.
After he had gone home yesterday, he had thought about how Usagi's amazingly soft body felt pressed against him for most of the night, that by the time that the sun's first rays seeped through his window, he had barely gotten any sleep. He still woke up to go jogging and although he usually only went on the weekdays, he knew he needed it to wake himself up properly (especially since he had to go to work later). Running always helped to clear his mind and release tension and he especially needed it today.
He waited for Usagi on the corner as she crossed the street toward him. Even as she made it to his side, she walked right by without noticing him. Considering that she yawned every couple of seconds, it was clear that she was really tired, but he was still surprised at how much escaped her. He pulled on her ponytail playfully as she almost walked past him and she turned around quickly, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk to look up at him
"Oh. Hey," she greeted cautiously and a little sleepily. He stared at her, not knowing what to do next; she had never said hi to him before. Was he supposed to say hi back, or was he supposed to go back to their old routine and bother the crap out of her?
"I never thought you were capable of waking up this early," he said, deciding to play it safe. She rolled her eyes and kept walking in the direction of the arcade. He followed close behind her, enjoying the sight of her walking in front of him (he could practically see her whole ass in those shorts!). "Where are you going?"
"It's none of your business," she answered smoothly. "Why are you following me anyway?" She smirked as she looked down at his running outfit. "You should just keep on running by." He smiled at her sarcasm, realizing how glad he actually was that their encounter was normal as usual.
"I'm not following you; we just happen to be going the same direction," he clarified. "And why are you dressed like that anyway? Were you walking outside hoping to bump into me?"
"You're delusional!" she exasperated, walking faster to leave him behind. He easily caught up to her and grabbed her from the back. She squealed when he picked her up by the waist. "Omigod! Why are you so strong!" she laughed, struggling from his grip with no avail. "Put me down!"
"Don't get mad at me for trying to cop a feel; you're barely even dressed." He put her back down, letting his hands linger over her bare stomach as her shirt rode up.
"You're such a perv!" she complained, pushing his hands away as she pulled her shirt back down.
"That's your favorite part." She rolled her eyes.
They reached the arcade and he wondered why she would be coming here so early; it wasn't even open yet. As he went to pull open the door to the back entrance of the arcade, he felt it was a little eerie that not more that just a couple of hours ago, they had departed from this very spot, but neither one said anything and went in.
He followed her in to the main area of the arcade and what he saw was disturbing. The arcade was a complete disaster, a disgusting mess. How the hell did Motoki think he was going to clean this place up in the four hours before it was time to open?
Usagi also looked on with horror, frozen in place over by the doorway, before walking over to a booth and burying her face into her arms on the table. He wondered why it would make her so upset at seeing the arcade like this, but shrugged indifferently; he knew that this was like her holy land or whatever. He made his way to the fridge behind the counter to get a drink, stepping over trash on the way. At hearing the door to the fridge slam, Motoki came out of the storage room and greeted him.
"Can you believe that it was actually two raccoons that woke me up this morning?" Motoki said walking over to him.
"What?" he asked him confused.
"Well, I was passed out in the back lounge and they were digging through the trash on the floor... Some idiot must have opened the window last night for them to have come in, I guess." Motoki shrugged nonchalantly as if what he'd said was completely normal.
"What the hell? Why didn't you go home last night?" he asked. Now that he mentioned it, Motoki's clothes were wrinkled as hell.
"Shit, I'd tell you, if only I could remember half the things that happened yesterday," Motoki joked. "I'll tell you what I do remember though. Do you recall that slutty girl from our macroeconomics course sophomore year?" Mamoru nodded, surprised that he was talking like that in front of Usagi, but figured that he hadn't realized she was there.
Behind him, he noticed Usagi perk up and look in their direction, clearly interested in what Motoki had to say. For a moment he considered telling him that Usagi was there, but decided not to. Hopefully this would show her that Motoki wasn't half the saint she thought he was. So he just nodded enthusiastically at Motoki so he could continue with his story.
"Well, her tits are definitely fake." He laughed at Usagi's shocked expression at Motoki's confession, but Motoki simply nodded along with him, thinking he was laughing at his story. "I know, I know, you were right all along, but all this time I was really hoping that I wasn't imagining all that jiggle." Motoki shrugged. "Oh well. She still titi-fucked me with those bazookas and it was great."
"OH MY GOODNESS!" Motoki jumped at the sudden shout from behind him and turned around, his face turning red when he noticed Usagi. "I can NOT believe you!"
"Usagi-chan! I didn't notice you were here already..."
"This is the most disappointing day in my entire life!"
"Usagi-chan, I had no idea-!" Motoki tried apologizing.
"My heart is broken, Motoki," she said clutching her chest. "I can't believe that I would ever hear you talk like that! All this time! All this time you really were just as bad as Mamoru! I don't want to believe it!"
"Well believe it; I've been trying to tell you that from the beginning," he drawled.
"Mamoru, what the fuck!" Motoki hissed. "Why didn't you tell me you came in together?"
"Who cares?" he shrugged looking over at her. "She can't be a virgin forever, right? She'll get over it." Usagi narrowed her eyes as she stormed over to them and he couldn't keep his eyes off her soft thighs for a single moment. He was an idiot for not taking advantage of the moment they had alone together before they came into the arcade.
"For your information, asshole, I was just kidding anyway!" Usagi fumed. "I already knew about how Motoki got oh so many goods and services in the back office yesterday."
"Oh really?" he asked, since Motoki was too embarrassed to answer. "How? Where you watching him through a peephole?" She spluttered at his comment, crossing her arms in front of her.
"Of course not, you sicko!" she scowled at him again. She then turned to Motoki and stared at him disappointedly. "Here's some advice: don't hook-up with the loudest whores you can find. Emerald? Really? Was there NO ONE ELSE in the ENTIRE party that you could have gotten a blowjob from?" Both of them just started at her in shock.
"How..." Motoki just shook his head, apparently at a loss for words. "How do you even know her?"
"I DON'T know her! That's my point! She was going on and about you--of course she was being flattering--but still, she said way too much." Motoki covered his face in shame and she drolly put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "That's why Mina and I were just dying yesterday. We were laughing at you and everything Emerald said about you. MWAHAHAHAHA!"
Her maniacal laughter was so catchy that he couldn't stop laughing until she did. Motoki just stared at them both, quite amused himself. That was the good thing about him; he never took things to heart.
"Okay, so you got me there," he said, trying to simmer them down. "Advice dully noted. Now tell me, what else do you know? What was Mamoru up to last night?" He looked at her curiously, wondering what she was going to answer him.
"Oh, he obviously went home alone." She gave him the hugest smile and he had to chuckle. Motoki looked at him to share more information.
"Nothing out of the ordinary," he answered breezily. Girls were always pawing at him, so there was no surprise there, but the fact that it had been Usagi, was shocking indeed. But he didn't think he was going to tell Motoki quite yet; least of all, in front of her.
"Oh really?" Motoki asked looking dubious. "But I thought I saw you with three blondes at some point. Please tell me that at least one of them was as crazy as Emerald." Usagi turned away from Motoki, her face turning completely red as she probably figured out what he was referring to. The fact that Motoki had seen them together without realizing it was her meant Usagi must have some really good luck.
"Two of them were pretty crazy," he answered. Usagi stared at him tensely. "And the other one, well she was just... an idiot," he said with a shrug. Usagi rolled her eyes. "I just couldn't deal with any of them."
"Well, that sucks for you," Motoki said changing the subject. "Are you ready to start cleaning?" he asked Usagi. Her head drooped slightly, but she nodded reluctantly.
"Yeah, I guess..." she said, following Motoki toward the storage rooms and disappearing into the back with him. So that's what she was here so early for, to help him clean.
He heard them start to move things around; things being pushed, pulled and dropped loudly in the back and he couldn't for the life of him understand why Motoki refused to just hire a damn cleaning crew. It wasn't like he couldn't afford it. He should have just rented out a location to have this party at in the first place, but no, he liked doing things the hard way.
Although he had to admit, if he had to choose between sitting on his lazy ass while watching cleaners pick this mess up or scrubbing floors with Usagi (especially in that outfit), he already knew what his choice would be. But what about Motoki? Was he also interested in Usagi too? He always saw Motoki brush Usagi's flirtatiousness off, but they never really talked about her. Was it because he genuinely only thought of her as a little sister as he always claimed or was it something else completely?
Motoki was his best friend... he wouldn't dream of taking anything away from him. Usagi wasn't really even considered a friend; Motoki was his brother. But either way, he was just being absurd; he didn't really like Usagi all that much anyhow. If Motoki did lay claim to her, then there was nothing he would do and it would all work out for the better he supposed.
BUT.... he was sure though, that if Motoki was really interested in Usagi, he would have definitely have known about it; they have always been open with each other when it came to female interests. What he should really be worrying about was what he was going to do with this frustrating situation between him and Usagi; he wasn't sure how much more sexual tension he could handle. Should he be more aggressive or come at her more collectively; what would she respond to best?
A couple of minutes later, Usagi came back out with a bucket, sponge, soap and gloves on her hands and pointedly ignored him as she made her way to start her cleaning duties. She started washing the tables and he quickly turned around before he became embarrassingly aroused at watching her sexy backside bent towards him. He took another sip of his refreshingly cold drink and started trying to get into the right mentality for work.
But all he could focus on right now were his thoughts about Usagi and he was sure of just one thing; he really wanted to fuck her. Her hot body was all he could think about. He was sure that her quick temper towards him--something that he couldn't discount--could also be used in a more productive way... He never thought that she would get him as worked up as it did, but with Usagi he was starting to learn that he had lot of firsts when it came to her.
One thing that he would never do with any other female was ask for sex; he didn't want them to think that he needed anything from them (they either offered themselves up or begged for it). They were perfectly disposable; if they wouldn't do it, then any--and every--other girl would. Second, he would never let them leave with a task uncompleted; if they were going to flirt with him and get him hard then they better do something to finish their job. Not that he would force them to do anything they didn't want to, but let's just call it one of his many talents that he was exceptional at making others do what he wanted. Thirdly, which pretty much summed everything up, most girls were whores and he never hesitated to treat them like one.
With Usagi, he had followed none of his own rules and it was on the verge of driving him crazy trying to figure out why. Sure she had some great qualities about her, he knew that, but why was he extra careful around her when he didn't need to be? He didn't owe her anything and yet it was getting harder to treat her mean. He really needed to figure exactly where they stood with each other and soon.
She was currently facing in his direction as she leaned over to clean. Her low cut shirt allowed him to see all of her soft, supple glory and he was reminded of how he left a trail of wet kisses down her neck and chest all last night.
"You should really stop drooling," Usagi commented casually, bringing him out of his thoughts. She had an impish look to her as she stood across from him on the other side of the counter. She smiled slyly as she bent over to clean again, giving him a beautiful view of her jiggling breasts.
"Oh, please. You're the one dying for my attention," he grinned coolly, getting out of his seat and moving around the counter closer to her. He didn't fight the urge to touch her, (since when did he have self-restrain anyway?) and reached around to grab her ass firmly, knowing that it would probably infuriate her. She gasped and jumped, but didn't look nearly as angry as he thought.
"Do you have no boundaries?" she asked, but curiously didn't move away from his touch. He shook his head unabashed and gave her a quick slap in the ass to prove his point. If she didn't want him touching her then she could just move away from him, but clearly she enjoyed being right where she was.
"That's why you like me so much," he taunted.
She was just about to protest when she heard Motoki coming closer and she jumped away from him. He raised his eyebrows at her questioningly; why did it matter if Motoki saw them, she should know that he was going to find out anyway.
"I have a good idea; how about you leave me alone," she muttered, wiping at the counters furiously, trying to keep her blush out of Motoki's sight since he was now standing beside them. Why (and how) she had managed to change moods so fast, he couldn't figure out, but it only served to remind him that this was why she was still the immature girl he loved to tease for that very reason. He decided to let it go and just play along; apparently she really liked arguing with him.
"I have an even better idea," he proposed. "How about you go wash my car?" he suggested and she glared at him indignantly. Motoki was trying hard not laugh because he was probably thinking the same thing; she really was already dressed for the part. It would be like those slutty cheerleader fundraiser things guys loved so much.
"Asshole!" she hissed. "Why don't you just go away; Motoki-san and I are trying to get some work done right now and you're not helping! I'm sure that there are OTHER girls out there that would love to wash your car," she dismissively suggested, turning away from him.
"You are completely right, Odango," he couldn't help but tease. "I'll go find Hino-san."
He didn't know what hit him until he felt wetness seeping through his shirt. He couldn't believe that she had thrown a sponge at him! He was about to flip out and yell at her, but when he noticed the flames burning in her eyes, he decided against it. Maybe he had gone too far with that one; he should just be glad that she hadn't aimed for his face!
"What's your problem?!" she yelled.
"I don't have a problem," he told her calmly. "I'm just saying the truth." They all knew that Rei had this huge crush on him; even Motoki nodded in agreement, but Usagi was practically seething.
"Do you even like her?" Usagi demanded angrily, refusing to meet his stare.
He knew he had to answer this carefully, because although she was pretending like it didn't matter to her, it clearly did. Lucky for her, he didn't have to lie.
"You know I don't," he said and watched her stiffen as his message sunk in; she had to have understood what he'd meant. He never even came close to giving Rei a kiss on the cheek, let alone all the things he'd done (and been ready to do) with her yesterday; he liked Usagi much more than he'll ever like Rei.
"I don't know anything!" she said and he could hear the little bit of guilt laced in her voice. He knew she and Rei were really good friends and he also knew that girls were bad at keeping secrets. Usagi would probably spill the beans to Rei about what they did eventually; it was in their nature. Hopefully he would be around when it happened; he could already imagine them both in a sexy brawl, fighting over him as they clawed one another, ripping away at each other's clothes as they fought for his affection.
"Of course, he doesn't like Rei, Usa-chan!" Motoki answered. "Mamoru's just kidding around; honestly it's as if you enjoy letting him get you mad." Motoki stared at her curiously and Mamoru smirked at her flustered response; Motoki had made a great point.
"Don't you dare go there, Motoki!" she threatened him.
"I'm just saying!" Motoki argued.
"Well don't!" she huffed. "This idiot is barely worth any of my time, so stop making stupid and completely inappropriate remarks!" she said angrily.
"Barely worth you time, huh?" Mamoru asked with a raised brow. "Then why is it that you seem to be the one that's always looking for me to argue with?" Usagi narrowed her eyes before answering.
"I don't look for you any more than you look for me!" she huffed indignantly, but he hated to admit that it was true; they both seemed to search for the other one to pick on quite regularly. Motoki raised his eyebrows at them and sighed loudly.
"When are you two going to admit that you're both just obsessed with each other and call it even?" Motoki asked with a yawn, clearly already bored with their arguing.
"Don't worry..." Usagi purred, a small grin forming on her lips as she stared at him. "You don't have to say it out loud, Mamoru. I know you are."
He chuckled lightly, amused at her wicked smile and understanding exactly what she meant by it, but didn't bother to disagree with her. He guessed it was kind of true--he did have some kind of weird fascination with her; that much he couldn't deny, but he knew that she was just as intrigued about him as well.
"You're not even going to deny it, huh?" Motoki asked him slyly. He simply shrugged.
"I'm sure she knows the real answer to that question anyhow," he smirked and Usagi looked away from his gaze embarrassed. Motoki looked between them confused, but stayed silent and gave him a crafty grin before shaking his head.
"I just hope that I don't know the real answer to that," Motoki laughed, but Mamoru wasn't sure if he was joking or not since he was so protective of Usagi. "I'll see you after work," Motoki told him, looking at the clock and realizing that it was time for him to leave.
Usagi mumbled a low farewell and he nodded, picking up his half-empty water bottle and heading out the door. Taking a deep breath of the crisp fresh air outside, he smirked to himself. Wait until he saw her later; he'll show her just how truly obsessed he actually was.
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*Usagi*
Today had been such a long day and she couldn't believe that it was still nowhere near over. She was still super tired from all the partying last night and in addition to all the work she had to do with Motoki, she was beat. She just wished that she hadn't agreed to help him, mentally smacking herself for being a total glutton; the only reason she had agreed was because he'd promised her a whole month of free food (and there was no way she could have declined that!).
She couldn't really complain though; it hadn't been all that bad, she had so much fun with Motoki. They talked and joked the entire time while they cleaned and even tangoed across the room when a catchy song came on the radio. In the end, they hadn't stayed as long as she had predicted and she had been able to go home early and get some much-needed sleep.
And it had all been because of the surprise help she and Motoki had gotten when cleaning up the arcade. Apparently Mamoru had no confidence in their abilities and had sent over a cleaning crew to come do the work for them. As annoying as it was having him undermining them, she was so grateful that he had, because there really was no way for her and Motoki to have done it alone. They had barely made it on time for the opening with the help! Finally, Mamoru had managed to make himself useful!
It was now mid-afternoon and she was so refreshed from her nap, that she was super energetic when she finally met up with Minako. Throughout the morning she had plenty of time to think about Mamoru, but her thoughts were still as jumbled as they were last night. What was she going to do about him, about this whole situation? That's why she was grateful that she and Mina were both nestled in an intimate table for two in the back of the arcade; hopefully the goddess of love could really give her some good advice.
Yesterday, she had barely been able to resist Mamoru when he'd invited her over to his place; it'd been so hard for her to decline him. He was just so tempting! Thankfully, she'd been able to remain levelheaded and was able to deny him, but he had no idea just how bad she'd wanted to give in.
He'd made her feel so amazing and she was definitely craving more of what he had to offer. When she'd bumped into him this morning, she tried to hide how ecstatic she felt at seeing him so soon. Of course she'd been nervous, having no idea how they were going to react to one another, but when Mamoru had greeted her with his light bantering, she felt at ease knowing that they could just keep acting the way they always had. Hopefully nothing really had to change.
However, this situation with Mamoru also led her to think about other things as well; like Rei. She had spent most of her night up in bed thinking about what she had done and the guilt was driving her insane. Even though Rei was as bratty as can be at times, she valued their friendship beyond anything else and currently felt like the worst friend in all of history. Rei had always had a crush on Mamoru and even though it didn't sound like a big deal, she felt that what happened yesterday between them was the ultimate betrayal on her part.
"Mina-chan," she started cautiously after they had settled down comfortably in their seats.
"Yup!" Mina chirped, focusing on her. Now where should she start?
"Well," she began and Minako raised her eyebrows in interest. "Something kind of happened yesterday and I don't know what to do." She recounted the nights events to her, being careful to notice that neither Motoki nor Mamoru were around. "The problem is that Rei sort of has this thing for him and I don't know where to go from here."
"Well," she stared thoughtfully, "if Mamoru and Rei like each other then don't-"
"He doesn't like her!" she blurted out quickly and she instantly felt horrible. Mina looked at her in surprise.
"How do you know?" Mina asked and so she told her what Mamoru had said to her this morning. "So then what are you so worried about? You both clearly like each other; it doesn't sound like there's a problem to me!" Mina said smiling, making it sound so simple, but she did not understand the guilt that was eating her up inside.
"The problem is that Rei would totally kill me if she found out what happened! And she would be right; what I did was horrible!" she said worried.
"Forget about Rei for a moment. Just because she likes him, doesn't mean that it's your problem if he doesn't feel the same way towards her." She didn't exactly know how to feel about that. Wasn't that the whole point of friendships, though? You stay away from the guy your friend likes? She laughed nervously; maybe Mina wasn't the right person to talk about his to after all...
"Forget about it..." she said dejectedly, trying to change the subject. "Let's talk about something else." But Mina was eager to give her advice regardless.
"Usa-chan, you need to worry about yourself, not Rei." Mina stated.
"But she likes him!" she whined, wishing that it wasn't true just so she could have him all for herself... GOODNESS! What was she saying?
"You're not betraying Rei by liking Mamoru; you can like whoever you want! Besides, it's not like they're dating or anything, so you're not really stealing him away from her. Just keep going along with it and have fun; I won't tell Rei if you won't." Mina joked.
Usagi sighed, maybe Mina had a point; Rei only had a tiny little crush on Mamoru, it's not like they'd had a shared history together or anything. Besides, as unfortunate as it was, she did like Mamoru. And if things kept continuing like they did this morning with him, she'd eventually have to tell Rei about what was going on. There was no way that she couldn't keep stuff like this from her! She should probably tell her soon too before someone else did, because with her luck, someone was bound to have noticed what happened between them last night and start spreading rumors.
"So what are you going to do?" Minako finally asked her.
"I don't know," she answered, biting her lip.
Mamoru was so freaking complicated that even though she was excited to experience... ahem, things with him, she still was a little skeptical about what was really going on. Honestly, she wasn't totally convinced that he even liked her and couldn't stop wondering if this was just one of those jokes he liked to play on her. Sure they had fooled around at the party, but hadn't everyone? He was always surrounded by a whole bunch of girls practically throwing themselves at him and was probably having sex all the time, right now even! So what did he need her for?
Sure, they had been flirty with each other a lot and she had caught him staring at her shorts more than a few times this morning (which was why she had been reluctant to change into something different when she went back home), but she had to admit, they were scandalously short! Even Motoki had embarrassingly admitted to noticing. He had called her a 'distraction' when she had bent to pick up something that had fallen to the floor. He had the grace to apologize for blatantly staring at her, but she was sure it was feigned considering he couldn't wipe the sheepish look off his face afterward. Men...
"OMG! Usa-chan, I'm so sorry! But I forgot that I was supposed to meet Kunzite! I gotta go!" Minako slid out the booth, grabbing her belongings in a hurry.
"MINA?! You're DUMPING me? You told me we had that the whole afternoon to hangout! What the hell!" she yelled annoyed. Mina threw an apologetic smile before dashing through the sliding doors.
"BYE! I'll call you later!" she said before disappearing around the corner.
Oh she would not forgive her for this! Who the hell was Kunzite anyway? Everyone was now staring at her because of all the commotion; how embarrassing! She turned back to the table to look for her cell phone, trying to hide her face from the nosy customers. Mina was totally going to get a hate message from her now!
She picked up the phone and was about to start her angry text rant to Mina when she saw someone standing by her table through her peripheral vision. She turned to see Mamoru looking down at her with the cockiest grin she'd ever seen and she was suddenly glad that Mina had left when she did. Talk about perfect timing.
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*Motoki*
What a night it had been. Maybe the party had not been one of his brightest ideas, but he'd certainly learned his lesson. He'd thrown many parties before, but it was the stupidest thing ever to have done it at his job. He had to wonder if he was just a complete idiot sometimes.
He really was so grateful for Usagi's help that morning, because without her, he really wouldn't have been able to do it. He couldn't believe at how horrible the arcade had looked; he had to figure out a way to thank her for it later. Thankfully, it was all fine now and he could finally go home and get the sleep he so desperately needed. He was running so close to 'E' now and was sure he would pass out soon.
Besides the very early breakfast he'd bought for him and Usagi at 8am, he didn't have anything else in his system. He'd drank a couple of energy drinks to keep him awake throughout the day, but he could feel it's effects already starting wearing off, the horrible feeling of a crash slowly creeping up on him.
The party had been fun though and it reminded him a lot of his high school years when he and Mamoru would do stupid shit like this all the time. The amount the females he hooked up with last night was pretty impressive and he felt proud of himself for remembering all of their names too: Emerald, Mimete, Tellu, Eudial, and er... there had been one other... Well, at least he remembered most of their names. Anyway, all that mattered was that he got some ass last night. Who cared from where.
Right now he was just glad that he was almost done with some paperwork. Because after he finished it, he would be able to go home (Lizzie was coming in a little while to cover for him so he could leave early). He just wished that time would move a little faster and the next shift of employees would come already so that he could go home and sleep off his hangover. Hopefully Mamoru stopped by soon before he left so that he could brag to him some more about all the tail he'd missed out last night by leaving early.
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