harlcn:
“ no way. fuck that. fuck that. we got plans on tuesday, we said we’d do the team red versus team blue marathon on smash. you’re not made of endless free time just because fuckin’ michaela thinks she can do whatever she wants. like, why even get a job if you’re not going to do it? ” was michaela on duty today? harry did not know. nor did he care. she could hear him talking trash all she wanted, because for some reason, angrily talking shit about people who did way more than he did with evers made him feel vindictive. at least he had his frappuccino now. “ when is your shift over, by the way, ‘cause like, i don’t wanna be hanging around this goddamn starbucks forever. and, uh, i think we’re good now. i pulled a say anything. it was pretty adorable and hard to resist, so. ”
“oh shit.” oh shit, they did have plans. listen, as seriously as everest took his gaming schedule, when you were as monumentally important as he was, sometimes things slipped through the cracks. this is why he needed a secretary. he had too many people to take down all over the world and he had to make stupid drinks to provide for his true calling. what a joke. “michaela can kiss my ass because i’m not doing shit for her anymore i work on a give and take basis i did her a solid last time and now she owes me if anything she should cover for my shifts.” it probably wasn’t the best idea to be trash talking his fellow co-workers on the job, but everest was, as they say, dramatic. besides, he happened to know for a fact that no one else really liked michaela. starbucks politics, he had the inside scoop. “oh, you don’t want to be hanging around this starbucks forever? trust me, trust me, neither do i...” and then he leaned back to squint at the small clock near the counter. ah. ten minutes. “ten minutes though. and adorable?” he raised his eyebrow at harry, and then made a significant show of dry heaving. “gross. gag me with a pitchfork. but i’m glad that’s over with even if you did have to be adorable.”