Story time!

[shakethatbass]

Who:Lance
What: Playing Delivery boy
When: This morning!
Where: Out and About
Why: Because Davey called off the wedding and Lance was a little devastated. Or something.

Lance had a job to do, today.

Yes, a job. A delivery of sorts. He had to come to work half an hour early especially for it, but it didn't matter, really. He glanced at the tupperware and

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Christoph walked into his office, his briefcase in hand and a stuffed unicorn. But that was another story.

The first thing he noticed was that someone had been in his office already because the chair that was always sitting across from his desk had been moved ever so slightly to the left. The second thing he noticed was a bright yellow stickynote, the kind that he would never use, attached onto...was that? Beer?

Christoph frowned, more in confusion than anything else and walked towards the six-pack that was sitting on his desk. He picked up the note first, hoping for some sort of an explanation. He read the note. It was from Lance. He almost scoffed at the obnoxious smiley face signed at the end.

But then his eyes softened and his lips quirked up in a small smile. That idiot. He thought, almost fondly as he put the beer into his mini-fridge and slide the note into a drawer of his desk.

I guess I should probably get him something as well. He mused and finally decided, He's always

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*slid