it has been tearing me apart (what do we owe?)

part TWO

Ingle= Binglebottom. Tsmea= Shitsmearer

The day after the bar incident, Ingle woke up with a major hangover. He had no idea how much he ended up drinking at the "hangout" with Tsmea, but he knew he ended up blacking out because he couldn't remember anything after Tsmea showed up. Maybe it was for the best. 

Ingle was chugging a glass of water, getting ready for work like usual, when he saw the clock. He was already 15 minutes late to work and wasn't even ready to get in the car yet. Fuck.

When he finally got to work, he was dreading the idea of seeing Tsmea. Not only did he not remember anything he might have said or done last night, but he was also 30 minutes late and ended up doing a hit-and-run on the way to work. He was just hoping that he could go about work like normal, not drawing any attention to himself. He wanted it to just be a normal day, with normal work and normal interactions. 

He has always had terrible luck.

He decides to go to the break area and get himself a cup of the scalding hot, always too-sweet coffee that they had, since he didn't have time to make himself a cup in the morning. After getting a cup, satisfied that no one had tried to talk to him yet, he bumps into someone, getting the hot coffee all over him.

It's Bobbert.

In his same, strangely annoying British accent, he begins to apologize, frantically trying to the coffee from Ingle's clothes. Of course, it doesn't work, but the clumsy way he tries to fix his mistake makes the burning on Ingle's skin feel a bit better.

The effect doesn't last long, and as Ingle starts realizing the reality of his situation, Tsmea comes out of his office, surprised by the commotion.

"What the fuck happened here??" Tsmea asks, and its the most serious Ingle has ever seen him. It's terribly attractive, which is a strange thought for this situation.

"I- Uhm- I accidentally bumped into Binglebottom, sir," Bobbert says frantically

"And what exactly did you pour onto him?" Tsmea asks, getting closer to Ingle

"Uhm. Coffee, sir," Bobbert says, shyly. 

Tsmea's eyes widen in surprise. "Oh my. Ingle, come to my office, please. I have burn cream somewhere in there." 

Ingle, incredibly confused by the entire situation, simply follows Tsmea into his office quietly.