work is shitty and imagining office halsinestro makes it better, so: imagine hal and sinestro being heads of rival departments, and they're constantly at odds. and the whole office is like, keep those two away from each other at all costs. and sinestro's department is this super streamlined thing where everyone knows their place and is terrified of him, and hal's is relaxed and everyone gets along and jokes around and hal treats them all like pals (they're afraid of sin too though).
“work is shitty and imagining office halsinestro makes it better“ .. this is exactly why you get mini fics, lmao.
A soft, toy dart goes flying into the back of a blond woman’s head.
“He’s gotta have something on the guy.”
Return fire is lobbed across the walkway, dislodging the glasses on a man with his sandals kicked up on his desk.
He grabs the ball and half-heartedly launches it over his partial height cubical to the brunette next door. She gives him a withering stare as it misses her entirely and retaliates with a sucker dart that sticks to his forehead.
“Well, he’s still here, for one thing.”
The chatter stops instantly.
Hal smirks and reaches over to snap the toy arrow from a bespectacled employee. “Talking behind the boss’s back again?”
“Just trying to figure out how you deal with it,” the blond easily tosses back, dropping the little tension that had crept in to nothing instantly. “The way management talks about him, it’s shocking we’re still around at all.”
“C’mon, you gotta have something on Sinestro,” the brunette quickly encourages, stopping her work entirely to turn and face him, eager for gossip.
Hal laughs. “Really? Well I suppose that’s more creative than the rumors about my good looks.”
All three rolled their eyes lightly.
“He’s hard nosed asshole,” the blond flatly put in. “Like that would even matter.”
“Eh, he’s an asshole, but he’s survivable,” Hal waved off. “I’m still here, anyway.”
“You came from his department?! You?!”
Their boss’s wink sends them into a flurry of new questions, computers abandoned to their running processes for the foreseeable future. From the hallway, a disapproving gaze watches the unfolding chaos with dispassionate disdain.
“Looks like we’ve officially lost Engineering for the day,” a raven haired woman announces, failing to hide the satisfaction in her smirk.
“So it would seem.” Sinestro’s clipped words are barely louder than a whisper, but his displeasure at the scene clear in the stiff way he turns from the floor to ceiling windows that divide the main floor in two, knowing his day just doubled in length and already running the numbers on how to make Jordan pay for it later.
