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Randy didn’t mean to snap at Glade, but he was in a pretty negative headspace right now. His head and his body hurt, he wanted to go home but he didn’t think he even could after his fight with Tiffany. Chances were high that he’d be crashing at his parents again soon enough, but he didn’t want to be alone tonight which was how he ended up at his friend’s house instead. He sighed in defeat as Glade apologized. “Me too..” Glade didn’t deserve to be wrapped into this, he knew that. At his next question, Randy nodded. “Yeah.. what do you have?”

“Pumpkin spice rum,” started and concluded the list of alcohol Glade had to offer. He didn’t drink alone and his place wasn’t really the designated hang-out or even pre-game spot for friends, so he had no reason to keep a stocked bar at home. Keeping something pumpkin-flavored around was just good for personal branding purposes, even if it wasn’t exactly what Randy was expecting when offered a drink. He didn’t feel like the guy could afford to be picky though, so he grabbed the bottle and two glasses and poured. At the risk of annoying Randy again when he might just want to forget everything, Glade prompted, “If you wanna talk about it…”

Hearing him reassure that nothing was wrong with the jacket, Dani sighed in relief. However, that relief lasted for about two point three seconds for as soon as she saw him smirking and uttering “Gotcha!” at her— she saw red. “Ugh, you jerkface!” The redhead claimed, just as she punched Glade on the arm in retaliation, disregarding the fact that at the moment she should be treating him as a client who she shouldn’t be assaulting, and not a somewhat friend. “Don’t do that! You almost gave me a heart attack thinking I did something wrong!” Dani added, punching him once more but this time much lighter before pulling away. With that, her body did finally relaxed for real, relieved that he genuinely seemed to like the finalization of his commission despite Glade still needing to tease her about it first.

“Ah, ah!” Glade was perfectly used to being smacked in retaliation for his jokes and pranks—violence was a common response to being hoodwinked—but on this occasion he flinched away from Dani’s retaliatory punches. “Don’t hurt the suit for my crimes!” he cried, slipping his new jacket off and making sure she hadn’t snagged any threads in her fury before carefully stowing it away. When it was safe in its bag, and his payment for it had pinged through on her phone, he shrugged at her suspicion that he might be playing another trick on her somehow. What kind of prank would it be to send someone extra money? No, Glade’s jokes were hilarious. To think she had such little faith in him, still…He shook his head and considered that her usual customers likely weren’t as well-off as him and thus didn’t offer such impressive gratuity when paying for their commissions. Obviously that had to be the case, as it wasn’t for lack of receiving a quality service and product at the end of the deal. She just wasn’t familiar with a super wealthy clientele, but she might have to get used to it after all his friends saw her handiwork at the masquerade tonight, because he could imagine a few might be interested in bespoke pieces of their own after getting a look at the masterpiece she’d crafted him.

If anyone were to ask Dani over a month ago that she would be asked to do a Halloween inspired suit commission by Glade, or that she would actually accept in doing that commission for him, she’ll call that person delusional. In no way would the redhead ever do such a thing for him, not voluntarily, definitely not knowingly. Heck, the thought of seeing his face alone brought so much rage and conflict within her, only for those feelings to then turn into shame and guilt, and then back to rage and conflict yet again. Obviously she would never accept a commission from the likes of him! At least, that is what she would have believed if she had stayed as the version of herself who hadn’t seen or spoken to Glade in months. She never would have guessed that as soon as he decided to waltz inside her place of work with just a half hour shy before she had to close up, that her resolve to keep hating him would crack, or that they’ll fall back into old habits of hooking up again. What’s worst is that the redhead couldn’t blame him for that either. It had been all her. 

He was a little shit for it for sure, but Glade simply couldn’t resist getting one little tiny prank in today in the spirit of Halloween. He wasn’t just prepared with tricks though; he had a treat for her as well, but he’d give that to her later. First he had to make sure he didn’t give her a heart attack by pretending there had been something wrong when he slipped the jacket on. “No, no—it’s just that everyone else is gonna see my outfit and realize their own suck,” he assured Dani as he admired her handiwork before finally giving her a triumphant smirk. “Gotcha! You really thought something was wrong—relax, it’s perfect! I can’t wait to show it off tonight.”

She rolled her eyes at his complaining. Pushing him off of her the second he pulled out may not have been the warmest of reactions one can make post-sex, but what did he expect? Dani wasn’t about to stay lying against the hard table with Glade still pressed on top of her like she was some soft surface with yabos just so he can take an extra breather. Not only was her former position starting to sting on her back now that she didn’t have the focus and stimulation of him literally fucking her to distract the redhead from where she was being fucked on, but pushing him away the first chance she got was meant to be a reminder. Glade was a strict no-strings-attached kind of guy— he made that clear from the get-go when they first met and so Dani was only trying to honor that. No, she wasn’t the kind of girl who fell for every single person she sleeps with, but she was the type who did enjoy post-sex kissing or cuddling as she didn’t believe that one needed to be romantically attracted to someone in order to do that. It was comforting, and having some kind of aftercare in general was nice, but Glade didn’t like doing any of that— it was too intimate for a hook-up. So he can whine all he wants over her hasty reaction—or impatience as he put it—but this is more on him than her. Besides, he’s lucky she waited until he came before shoving him off, it would’ve been way crueler of her if she had done so once he gave her the climax she wanted. 

“Sorry. Be more specific next time,” Glade advised, finding the trash can she pointed out to throw the condom away in. It was actually a pretty hilarious little misunderstanding…if only she had a sense of humor. But then, maybe she did. He found himself laughing aloud at her speculation that he was trying to steal her underwear to jerk off with like some kind of hard up teenage virgin after a panty raid. Was her evaluation of him really so low that she thought it was more likely he was some kind of sexual deviant than that he simply had enough consideration to not throw her panties on the dirty ground? He might be a gamer loser, but he wasn’t a pervert. And he didn’t need to swipe anyone’s panties to get off with either—as was evident by the fact that he literally just had sex. With her. Which was why he couldn’t even take her insults seriously; she was really reaching just to find reasons to dislike him after all this time. “Why would I do that when I could get the real thing anytime I want?” he countered, raising his eyebrows. “But if you really wanna imagine me jerking off to the thought of you, go ahead. Maybe you’ll be able to get yourself off next time if you do.” He winked.

If she wasn’t so desperate in wanting him to fuck her, she would’ve bit back another remark of her own. Instead, she whined against his lips, feeling the tip of his cock pressing against her entrance before he completely slid inside her. After fingering herself, the redhead didn’t need anymore prepping, yet at the stretch and burn of finally being filled, Dani broke the kiss with a loud gasp— this was exactly what she needed. Now all she wanted was for Glade to start moving, and luckily, before she could even make out a demand for him to do so, he started to thrust into her. She moaned out loud— rocking her hips back in return in order to speed up the pace. “Faster,” She made out, fingers gripping tightly onto the edge of the table as the brunette threw her leg over his shoulder. Like this, she could feel him reach even deeper inside of her, and with the now faster and harder pace, the redhead began to lose any ounce of sense she had left. She then completely lost it when Glade rubbed on her clit, the combination of his thrusting while doing so putting Dani over the edge as she gasped and moaned more and more. Feeling herself tighten around him, she climaxed soon after and with a couple of extra thrusts, so did he. 

“So impatient,” he commented as she shoved him off, calling back to his earlier tease about how eager she had been to be fucked. Now she was just eager to get him away from her. It seemed Dani’s impatience remained no matter how quickly her mind changed. Glade was a little miffed at still being on the receiving end of her attitude after he’d just given her a mind-numbing orgasm…It wasn’t as if he was clingy and desperate to cuddle afterwards; he just needed a second to catch his breath. And he wasn’t expecting to hear any sweet nothings either, but immediately being snapped at was a cold follow-up to sex. Then again, would it really be Dani if she wasn’t snapping at him? Maybe he could unlock a side of her that wasn’t so petulant while they went through the commission process. The idea that they actually had something in common to talk about and could potentially even become friends had escaped him almost the moment they entered this back room, but post-nut clarity reminded him.

As he pointed out his very obvious color palette of orange that he usually wears, Jackie rolled her eyes at him. “Obviously I know that, you’re decked in orange right now.” She pointed out, realizing that Glade didn’t get where she was going with when she suddenly suggested for him to dye his hair a cherry red. And it wasn’t because cherry red happened to be her preferred color of choice (which was a superior color compared to orange), no— the brunette really believed that if he were to dye his hair a bright color, it would look so good on him. And the reason why she suggested cherry red over any other color was because red happens to look phenomenal with orange. “Don’t you know that red and orange compliments each other really well? If anything, dying your hair a cherry red will bring out the usual orange you wear, which is why I know you’ll look awesome with that hair color!” Jackie explained, before nudging her younger friend. “Like, tell me we don’t look so good next to each other whenever I’m in red and you in orange? And you already are good looking on your own— the cherry red is to give you an extra umpth.” 

Still internally skeptical of Jackie’s opinions on what colors complimented and clashed with one another, Glade elected not to argue about it. There were worthier battles to pick in the long run, and for someone who made it a habit of annoying and pranking his friends, he knew better than to pick tiny disagreements about unimportant topics. He needed to save up enough goodwill to be forgiven whenever he spoke without a filter and said something that deserved a slap. Although there was little he could seem to do to make Jackie truly mad at him, since she claimed to see him like a little brother—he still pushed her buttons sometimes. “We look good next to each other no matter what we’re wearing,” he flirted, nudging Jackie back. “But if you really want me in your signature color, I’ll give it a shot. It’s just hair.” He shrugged. If he didn’t rock the red hair, he could just dye it back dark again.

Finally…..she thought as he started to touch her. Believing he was complying to her demands, the redhead bit her bottom lip and arched upwards into Glade’s touch as he exposed her breasts and began thumbing at her nipples. He stimulated them until the buds were hard and pointed, Dani letting out a moan hoping that he would touch her more— it should be a matter of seconds until his lips were on them…..is what she expected for that to be his next step. Only for her to gasp again when instead, the brunette grabbed her by her hips and slid her until she laid by the edge of the table. It didn’t even cross the redhead's mind that he had taken off her panties, not until she felt the tip of his cock press against her exposed wet entrance. So they were getting straight to it…..she inhaled sharply. The turn of events was a little surprising—there use to be a bit more foreplay than that—yet feeling his cock sink into her just a tad, the redhead’s eyes rolled back. Fine by her if they went straight to the fucking. This was just a hookup so for as much as she had been expecting for a little more foreplay, Dani wasn’t about to complain if he wanted to fuck her right now. After all, she had demanded her to fuck her.

As difficult as it was to pull himself away from Dani and act like he didn’t want to fuck her just as bad as she wanted to be fucked, it was so worth it just to see her like this. Glade was curious to watch how she pleasured herself, taking mental notes of what she liked so he could use the same techniques to get her off. After a while, however, it seemed like she wasn’t even getting herself there. Just as he predicted, it didn’t take too long for her to give in and finally beg for him. He was so beyond horny that there was no way he could hold out on her any longer, as priceless as her desperation was. He was back at the table in an instant, pulling his underwear and pants back down to end his own torment as well as hers. The condom from his wallet was out and wrapped around his cock in record time. He leaned down and knocked Dani’s fingers away from her mouth to kiss the taste of her juices off her lips before muttering, “Was that so hard?” Lining his hips up with hers again, he slid into her so easily with how wet and well-prepared she was after fingering herself. The relief of her pussy sucking him in was so great he had to pause for a moment after burying himself to the hilt. If she was still impatient—too damn bad, because he needed to make sure this lasted more than two seconds.

Dani thought for sure she was the one in control here. In their game of push and pull to see who would come out as the dominate one in the end, the redhead believed she had won. She had him in her mercy, thinking how there was no way he would deny her after she demanded for the brunette to fuck her— not when she was pumping his cock, making him harder than he was before. Then the next thing she knew, Glade whirled them around, and the redhead was now pinned against the table instead of the wall. Dani gasped at the change of position, eyes blown wide as she found it attractive by what he just did—this was way more comfortable and accessible to her compared to how he had her before— but as soon as he opened his mouth yet again…..he called her impatient…..she fell back into reality and glared. It would have been one thing if he left it at that, but then he went farther to say she was begging for him. The redhead scoffed and blatantly rolled her eyes. She wasn’t begging for him. She wanted a good fuck, exactly like what he had been looking for,….hypocrite much. 

So, she still didn’t want to play nice…That was okay. He only had to get her a little more desperate and she would. Glade finally acquiesced to Dani’s demands to touch her, but not because he actually intended on letting her win; he just wanted her to have a good taste of what she’d be missing before he ripped it away. That was the way to tease: make her want it so bad there’d be no way she wouldn’t cave and ask for it. First, he pushed her shirt up to roll her nipples under his thumbs, wanting terribly to bend down and start sucking, but holding himself back and only delivering enough stimulation to get her excited before moving his focus down. He slid her panties off, slipping them into his pocket for safe-keeping, and yanked her to the edge of the table by her hips so she was in a position where he could easily ram into her…only he didn’t. He teased her wet entrance with his tip, but avoided sinking too far inside, instead moving higher to brush against her clit and then laying his cock out top of her as if seeing how far it would reach from the outside, pausing to appreciate the sight for a moment. “Well, I don’t think your fingers will fill you the way I could…but suit yourself.”

As soon as Glade asked her “Whatsamatter?” that was all that’s needed before Candice decided to let her feelings out. “I’m worried!” She claimed, pouting even more now. “Now that Tiff and Randy aren’t together anymore, what do you think will happen to us? Are we all like still going to be able to hang out and game like we usually do? Or, or— does this mean we’ll have to take sides between the two? Obviously, I’m going to pick Tiff’s because she’s my bestie and I won’t abandon her, but what about those who pick Randy’s?” Candice fired questioned after question, taking a pause so she can pop one of the green colored skittles into her mouth. She really was worried over the new state of their group, the awkwardness becoming more apparent since the events of the ball taking place, but also the tension now that the breakup between Tiff and Randy was official, and her bestie having a new boyfriend. “You’re going to pick Randy’s side, aren’t you? You two are really close so it makes sense if you are.” 

“You mean does Dad get me in the divorce?” Glade rephrased her question with a humorous twist, trying to get a laugh or at least a reluctant smile out of Candice. She was way too worried about something that wasn’t in their control. As far as he was concerned at this moment, Randy and Tiffany’s break-up was none of their business—it was a turn of events that would inevitably shake up their friend group, but whether that meant that there would be a permanent split right down the middle or just a tension that would fade with time, they didn’t yet know. All they could do was roll with the punches and figure it out as it came, but stressing about it wasn’t going to change anything. He genuinely wasn’t even too concerned with picking sides between Tiff and Randy, seeing how they both seemed to want to keep things on the down-low for the sake of their reputations and the Sugar Rush crew’s careers. “I’m gonna keep hanging out with both of them,” he answered with an unaffected shrug. “Even if they don’t want to get together with everyone at the same time, that doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t still hang out. Don't think about it too much, kid.”

“You so should!” At the suggestion to getting highlights, Jackie’s eyes shined with interest before she nodded. He would look so cute with highlights in his hair! Of course, Glade always was cute to Jackie— the brunette not needing to do much of anything for her to want and baby him over how adorable she found him to be. But at the thought of him getting highlights in his hair? “Maybe some bleached blonde highlights?” Jackie commented, reaching over and entwining her fingers through a few strands. Actually, why stop with highlights? She thinks he would look really good if he bleached his hair entirely. Maybe not full on blonde but— “Okay, but I have a better idea on what you should do— How about bleaching and dying your hair entirely?” The brunette suggested, trying to imagine what hair color would look best on Glade. “A cherry red would look super fire on you.” 

Glade had mostly been joking about getting highlights, just trying to mimic the kind of conversation Jackie might have with one of their girl friends, but her apparent excitement over the idea made him wonder if it would be worth giving a real thought. He didn’t know much, if anything, about hair-styling. He was already skeptical at the suggestion of bleach blond highlights (wasn’t that a little too much?—he didn’t want to look like a skunk) but the next idea made Glade’s eyes widen. “Cherry red?” Now he wasn’t sure Jackie wasn’t just picking her own favorite color, rather than what would actually suit him. “You know I wear orange most days?” He wasn’t a color expert, but he was pretty sure that would clash. “I mean, I guess I could wear more neutrals…”

She wanted to smack that grin right off his face, the sight of it pissing the redhead off, even as she continued to grind herself against him. Glade always infuriated her, all he had to do was speak one word and that was enough to make Dani want to shut him right up. Even now, as he claim to being a ‘good boy’ for her, the response he got in return from her was a snort before he pulled her back in for a deeper kiss. Oh yeah, he’s going to be a good boy for her right now, playing it smart to hold back his words despite the redhead remembering how into dirty talk the brunette was from their past endeavors. Aww, is he too afraid to say what’s on his mind? She moaned through his lips as he felt her up. Real afraid of me leaving you hard and desperate? Fingers gripping onto the base of Glade’s shirt, Dani began tugging it up. Pulling back, she removed his shirt completely, throwing it somewhere behind him before pulling him back as he kissed down her neck. 

For the first time, Glade actually found himself annoyed by Dani’s attitude. Usually he took it in stride, even her fuck offs rolling right off his shoulders without affecting his ego, but something about her saying that’s a dumb question got under his skin. (Which was exactly how she always felt in his presence, if he was to do any self-reflection.) It was the fact that she didn’t want him to get big-headed about how easily she’d give it up to him, so he was already holding back from the dirty things he really wanted to say to her—but she also didn’t want him to be nice enough to ask how she liked it? What was left, total silence? Even if they liked things rough and anti-romantic, Glade didn’t just want to shut up and be a sex toy for her to get off with. She also seemed to think she was the only one capable of leaving him high and dry—like he didn’t have the equal ability to walk away right now and leave her with nothing to desperately grind and moan against. Well…she knew he wouldn’t do that, but just because he wouldn’t didn’t mean he couldn’t. 

It was because it’s been a while since she last hooked up with anyone. That’s the excuse she was mentally going with as the redhead wrapped her legs around his waist after Glade picked her up. If it hadn’t been so long then she for sure would have kicked him out of the shop after he filled out her webform. Would've told him to go and find someone else if he was that desperate for sex because she wasn’t interested. She shouldn’t still be interested. Yet— here she was, pressed against the door to this backroom as the two of them made out, Dani voluntarily putting herself within this position with Glade. And with the way she could feel him grin against her lips, the redhead nearly groaned as she could already tell how annoying he was going to be throughout this now that he had the satisfaction of still being able to get what he came to here for.

“Sure, I’ll be a good boy for you,” he replied, still grinning. He didn’t think he needed the warning, having already predicted that she would be ready to send him to the curb if he acted too cocky about this. Of course she couldn’t read his mind and know that he was already holding back. But maybe he did need the reminder to do so, because there was so much more dirty talk he wanted to be giving her as Dani rolled her hips against him…You really want me to fuck you at your workplace? He kissed her again, and deeper. Couldn’t even wait to get back to my place, that’s how bad you want it? His hands brazenly roamed her body, squeezing her ass, her hips, her waist, her breasts. Are you gonna remember doing this every time you come into this room? He slipped under her shirt, hurrying to unclasp her bra so he could really touch her. I hope you don’t get too horny thinking about it while you’re on the clock. His kisses trailed down her neck to the top of her chest. If you have to rub one out on break to get through your next shift, just call me; I’ll talk you through it.

By redirecting the conversation back to why Glade had came here in the first place, Dani was challenging him. Either he would finally confirm what the both of them knew, and admit that he was only here looking for a hook up with her or he would have to lie and pretend as if he had came in to shop despite how late in the day it already was and how the only thing he had purchased was an item that he barely glanced at when buying it. And seeing how he hasn’t bothered to try and leave since making his purchase, that once again leaned more towards the proof that he was only here looking for sex from her and sex alone. Which is why it didn’t matter which choice he ends up making— she already made up her mind. With a tilt of her head, strands of her red hair brushing against the side of her cheek as she stared at him, waiting for what he’ll say next now that she had informed him the shop was officially closed. Would he finally try and leave now? The redhead had every right to kick him out if he didn’t now that opening hours were over. And yet, she stayed leaning against the counter, very aware of their closeness she had put them in. 

The smirk on Dani’s face only went to show that she had made up her mind about him and was feeling vindicated in her assumptions, just because Glade had admitted that he’d come here wanting to hook up. He relished in seeing the smug smile wiped off her face after he pulled away from whispering his new goal. She appeared totally stunned as if no part of her, however small, expected him to be serious about the commission; he was all too satisfied to prove her wrong. Even more so, because that finally convinced her that he really meant it, and she soon handed her phone to him, open to a webform where he could fill in all the pertinent information so they could start the process. She was actually going to design him something—score. Glade immediately began filling in his name and contact details first, almost afraid she would take it back if he was too slow (though luckily he was the fastest typist among anyone he knew, so that shouldn’t be a problem.)

For free, huh? Dani thought, raising her brow at him with sarcastic snort. Yeah right, maybe if she slept with him again he would happily let her check out his families farm for free. There was no way he was promising her that without there being some kind of strings attached. After all, hadn’t he came here looking for a hook up with her? Glade has yet to be transparent over his reason for stopping by the thrift shop, but she sure as hell knew it wasn’t to actually be a customer despite him making a purchase. She bets that if she took him on his offer, he’ll then spin it in a way to bring it right back to why he was here in the first place, all while smirking at her in the same way he had been when he first came in. That thought alone annoyed her and reminded the redhead that she was supposed to be chasing him away from her— not they were mingling around, talking about Halloween, a pumpkin farm that throws an apparently awesome Fall Festival, and now a potential future commission???

Glade pouted as Dani laughed; he took pride in his family name, despite how goofy he knew it objectively sounded. “You think that’s funny, you should meet my friend—Randy Fluggerbutter.” Actually, if she knew much of anything about the gaming industry, she’d probably already heard that surname thanks to the Fluggerbutter family’s popular game development company, but it was still the kind of name that didn’t sound any less silly with more exposure. And it gave him someone to throw under the bus to take heat off his own unique surname. (Sorry Randy. But not really.) When Dani challenged him to find out her last name for himself, he wondered if hers was just as ridiculous, or if she just wanted to play mysterious. Even by denying that she was going to tell him herself, she was basically inviting him to involve himself more with her by telling him to find it out. He was down to play that game—pretty sure he’d learn her full name whenever he paid her for her commission anyway…if she ever actually confirmed that she would design something for him. She just liked to keep him on the hook, didn’t she?

Mentally mourning a little at the loss of a bracelet that wasn’t even her’s in the first place, the redhead watched as he pocked the bracelet after she finished with his transaction. The only thing she hoped he would do is that he’ll give it to someone who would actually wear it, as it would both be a shame and infuriating if the only thing he did with the jewelry piece was throw it away once he finally left the place. But even if that exactly is what Glade ends up doing, it’s not like Dani would be none-the-wiser about it. She was really betting that tonight was a one off thing between them, not expecting to see or run into him anytime soon after her shift ends for the night, and yet, she had a sense that this wouldn’t actually be the last time. Something told her that Glade was planning on stopping by more often now— but if he did, hopefully it wouldn’t be when it was only her at the store.

“Yeah, you should! Tickets are ten to twenty-five depending on the day, but I’ll get you in for free,” Glade promised with a grin, hoping she actually would take him up on the offer. It wasn’t often that he had anyone actually be interested in coming to the family farm, despite how awesome their Fall Festival was. Though he shared some common interests with his main friend group—namely the gaming that formed their careers as streamers—they weren’t really into Halloween to the extent he was. Besides some fun group costumes and parties over the years, most of them didn’t have interest in going out of their way to spend time on a farm just because of the spooky season. Not their scene. Dani didn’t seem like she’d have as lofty tastes as the crew he spent most of his time with, so he didn’t hesitate to invite her over. She seemed to keep hesitating to believe that he really wanted to commission something from her, though. Damn, was she ever suspicious.