Employed by the Big Shot

Movie Night

You hear a very subtle sound of water running. The noise brings you out of your mental conflict and you stand up, literally shaking any and all thoughts involving him off. You check your watch again, decide it's not too early to get into your lounge wear and go to grab your usual set. You pause when you remember you have a whole wardrobe to choose from.

You change into the luxurious satin matching tank-top and shorts set and check yourself out in the mirror, it fits snugly. Those Addisons are really good at what they do, you think, as you exit the bedroom. You hop onto the couch and snuggle into it after grabbing the remote, you flick through channels and select a rom-com that sticks out to you.

Next, you pour yourself a well earned glass of champagne with a 'pop' and cheers to yourself. You take a drink, set down the glass, pick up the notepad and a pen you were gifted and start doodling random things. Mainly stuff you loved from the light world and cool things you've seen in the dark world, plus some things that caught your eye from the film.

After filling the page and failing to notice the sound of running water stop, you tap the pen on your chin and wrack your mind for ideas. For some reason you can only think of one, and it's an odd one, but it amuses you so that you go ahead and begin sketching it on a new page. Having set the used page beside you, you hum and giggle while drawing Spamton in various styles of dresses.

There's something highly entertaining about seeing your interpretation of this no-nonsense hyper-masculine businessman in such outfits. You just can't stop snickering about it, he looks so pretty! You wonder if you could somehow convince him to wear something like that, but you assume there's a better chance of hell freezing over.

The paper and pen fly nearly a foot in the air as you yell out in surprise at Spamtons voice not to far from you.

"     WHAT ARE YoU LAU6HING AT, [Flowers And Other Valen-]??" He's walking over to you wearing joggers, socks and a plain white shirt.

You quickly stop staring and fumble the supplies in your lap. You close the pad faster than the speed of sound and put it underneath your thigh. "Nothing!!!" Doesn't sound suspicious at all. You panic at the thought of him not buying it and stammer out a different answer. "T-The movie!! Yeah! It's really funny. Heh..." Please let that be enough, you pray.

You feel yourself start to overheat when you hear his footsteps stop behind you. Thankfully for you, he doesn't press for another answer and instead grabs the sheet beside you. He strolls over, eyes glued to the paper, sits beside you and kicks his feet onto the table.

"H-Hey! I didn't say you could look at that! Give that..." You're about to tear it away from him, but the honestly impressed and curious look on his face stops you. You watch him with equal amounts of curiosity as he looks at each illustration individually for more than the appropriate amount of time.

When he's finally finished, he comments. "YOU'RE  GREAT.  Y YOUR ART, I5 GREAT, [[Angel]]." He sets it down on the table like an expensive, delicate vase.

You take your bubbly in your hand and shyly smile at it as you talk. "Thank you."

"G0T [More, More, More!]?" He points to the pad under your leg.

"Nope!!" You practically shout, taking the pad and tucking it in the cushion out of his reach on the other side of you. "So..." Quick, you think, find something else to say and take the attention off of you.