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The Fine Art of the Drunken Hookup
0 Reviews"You woke up where?!"
The only way to make a Shinra Company office function worthwhile was to spike the punch. Hojo had learned this years ago, but no one had ever bothered commenting on the unusually strong nature of the punch. Maybe the board was afraid to mention it if President Shinra did not.
Now, however, there was a new President Shinra, one whom Hojo did not have the pleasure of thirty years experience in drinking with. Still, he figured the boy must have some experience with alcohol, so it wouldn't hurt to spike the punch with delSol tequila. Obviously he couldn't have predicted that Reno would decide Rufus Shinra's first office function as president would be an excellent time to spike the punch with his own alcohol of choice, a beverage only slightly more tasty than antifreeze and probably worse for the digestive tract.
"My, but Scarlet is being forward tonight," Hojo thought blurrily an hour later. "She looks good in white."
"Damn, Tseng's talking dirty for a change," Rufus murmured to his eighth glass of punch. "Wutaian's a beautiful language for smut. I wonder when he stole Hojo's lab coat."
Of course, one can't overlook those sorts of mistakes for long. Somewhere between leaving his labcoat draped over a couch and laying his object of affection out on the president's desk, Hojo couldn't help but notice that "Scarlet" had mysteriously switched genders. There was a minute of nervous laughter, and then an impulsive kiss, and they continued regardless.
It was Scarlet that found them in the morning. Rufus was curled up on the desk, wearing only his turtleneck and drooling lightly on spending reports from Kalm. Hojo was wearing boxers and, oddly, his labcoat as he snored lightly in the leather chair. Her laughter woke them both. Rufus looked around, blushed a shade of red to match his hair, and ordered them both out of his office so fast that Hojo didn't get to grab his clothing.
Tseng was rushing down the hall as they left, and to his credit he only gave the half-naked scientist the most cursory of stares before hurrying into the office. As he and Scarlet headed for the elevator, Hojo could hear Rufus rewriting company policy.
"Office parties will be alcohol free from now on. In fact, let's not have one ever again. And let's not talk about this one either," there was a pause. "Why do you look like you're in the same suit you wore yesterday."
"I didn't have time to change." Tseng's voice answered as the elevator doors open.
"Where were you?" Hojo and Scarlet stepped inside.
"... Between Reno and Rude, sir," was the last they heard as the doors shut behind them.
Now, however, there was a new President Shinra, one whom Hojo did not have the pleasure of thirty years experience in drinking with. Still, he figured the boy must have some experience with alcohol, so it wouldn't hurt to spike the punch with delSol tequila. Obviously he couldn't have predicted that Reno would decide Rufus Shinra's first office function as president would be an excellent time to spike the punch with his own alcohol of choice, a beverage only slightly more tasty than antifreeze and probably worse for the digestive tract.
"My, but Scarlet is being forward tonight," Hojo thought blurrily an hour later. "She looks good in white."
"Damn, Tseng's talking dirty for a change," Rufus murmured to his eighth glass of punch. "Wutaian's a beautiful language for smut. I wonder when he stole Hojo's lab coat."
Of course, one can't overlook those sorts of mistakes for long. Somewhere between leaving his labcoat draped over a couch and laying his object of affection out on the president's desk, Hojo couldn't help but notice that "Scarlet" had mysteriously switched genders. There was a minute of nervous laughter, and then an impulsive kiss, and they continued regardless.
It was Scarlet that found them in the morning. Rufus was curled up on the desk, wearing only his turtleneck and drooling lightly on spending reports from Kalm. Hojo was wearing boxers and, oddly, his labcoat as he snored lightly in the leather chair. Her laughter woke them both. Rufus looked around, blushed a shade of red to match his hair, and ordered them both out of his office so fast that Hojo didn't get to grab his clothing.
Tseng was rushing down the hall as they left, and to his credit he only gave the half-naked scientist the most cursory of stares before hurrying into the office. As he and Scarlet headed for the elevator, Hojo could hear Rufus rewriting company policy.
"Office parties will be alcohol free from now on. In fact, let's not have one ever again. And let's not talk about this one either," there was a pause. "Why do you look like you're in the same suit you wore yesterday."
"I didn't have time to change." Tseng's voice answered as the elevator doors open.
"Where were you?" Hojo and Scarlet stepped inside.
"... Between Reno and Rude, sir," was the last they heard as the doors shut behind them.
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