#dunderstarter

Erika had made the decision in the morning to come into work best a bit early, clearly thinking that most of her coworkers would’ve been running late post-Valentine’s rave, hoping she’d have a moment to herself. Though one flaw in her plan. She hadn’t exactly counted on the doors being locked. Her hand tugged on the door forcefully, letting out a sigh as she realized her attempts were useless. As she heard footsteps approach behind her, she tried again to pull on the door, groaning as she was forced to ask for help, though she hadn’t turned around to see who was behind her. “Please tell me you have whoever the security guard is’s number.”

"Ok, hear me out,” he said as he stepped into the breakroom to get another cup of coffee. He’d heard so many party-related stories since the day started that he simply needed to share his wisdom now. “Y’know what would make everyone happier? A fuckin’ Irish coffee. I don’t care if it’s against the rules. The ends justify the means.”

@dunderstartsers

"You know what I like most about spending time in the warehouse? All the drama stays ‘up there’,” she laughed, tapping her fingers on the mug that she held. Harley lifted it to her lips to take a sip but first, she added, “But please, do tell me what’s hiding behind your ‘guess what’.”

“What? A girl not allowed to come upstairs for lunch? You guys got all the good shit in the vending machine’s up here. I mean we get the keurig, so I think it’s a wash.” It wasn’t rare for Briar to act nice to those at work, it helped when it came time to start moving pawns around the chessboard if everyone thought they were on good terms with her. Besides, didn’t help that there wasn’t a single person in the office she wouldn’t break with her thighs if she had the chance.