The Proposal

My offer is still valid

Today, Mew finds his boss the first to wake up in the morning. Gulf is sitting on the edge of the bed, staring listlessly at the empty wall opposite.

"Good morning," straightening his T-shirt, - for the sake of Gulf's "peace of mind" he now sleeps in his clothes, - Mew gets up and sits down next to him.

In response, they just nod, continuing to stare at the wall.

"As I see the excitement of the night about our event has not gone away?" Mew begins as friendly as possible.

Gulf shrugs his shoulders.

"Hey," Mew sits even closer and touches his shoulder with his shoulder, "what's wrong, Gulf? Isn't that what you wanted? Isn't something going according to plan?"

"According to the plan."

"What then?"

"I don't know, Mew," Gulf finally looks him in the eye, "I don't know."

"Listen. If you don't bother too much that all this is fake and... mmm... a deal, you can have fun."

"Hmm," Gulf curls his lips, "do you think so?"

"Sure. Just imagine: when was the last time you were on vacation at all? And if you weren't there, neither was I," both giggle, though Gulf is still strained, "for once we broke out for almost a week-long weekend. Okay It's not Bali or even Phangan, but still. The view at the pre-wedding photo shoot was worth something. And today, too, everything will take place in a great place."

Gulf suddenly bursts into nervous laughter.

"What? What's so funny about my words?"

To begin with, Gulf calms down, and then explains:

"That is, I understand you correctly: are you sitting here now and convincing me of the 'correctness' of this idea, and not the other way around?"

"So what? Yes, I won't hide it, when you started all this mess at the end of last year - I had one desire: to send everything to hell."

"Because your boss is an asshole, right?"

"Let me tell you, okay?"

"Okay."

"I had such a desire. But then I decided that I would take the situation as a little adventure. Mutually beneficial, by the way. You will remain in your position - I will receive my publications."

"And the position of deputy."

Here Mew throws back his head:

"About that... not necessarily."

"What do you mean? How is that?"

"And that's it. I thought something... don't. After all, I've never had that kind of ambition."

At first Gulf looks at him with his mouth agape:

"No way, Mew. A deal is a deal. I don't want you to show me on occasion that I didn't fulfill my part of the deal. But keep in mind: as with my deputy, I will tear three skins from you."

Mew lets out a short laugh and picks up the phone. Opens the camera:

"Well? A photo of pre-wedding excitement for good memories?"

Gulf rolls his eyes, shaking his head:

"No need."

"Come on!" Mew boldly puts his arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer, "Well, what should you do, huh?"

"You're always inventing something like that... Okay."

At the first clicks of the shutter, Gulf is very stiff and almost does not smile. Mew uses the most effective remedy: tickling. So after a couple of minutes they are both fooling around on camera.