All Bets Are Off

6.) Dude, Team Mavin!

~Friday~

Michael: God fucking dammit. I'm about to lose all of my fucking dignity, aren't I?

Michael scowled at his reflection in the mirror. He was wearing the Team Mavin shirt that was sent to him by a fan. His diamond pendant hung (somewhat) proudly around his neck.

Lindsay: This isn't about your dignity. This is about Gavin.

Michael sighed heavily, banging his head against the wall a few times.

Michael: You're right. And I hate that.

Lindsay just smiled.

~•~

When Michael walked into the office that morning he was greeted by a round of muffled snickers. Geoff gave him a knowing look but he ignored him, choosing instead to ruffle Gavin's hair.

The brunette looked up at Michael, not having heard him enter the room thanks to the headphones. A huge smile spread across his face.

Gavin: Hi, Micool!

An automatic grin replaced the redheads slight frown.

Michael: Hey, buddy.

Michael sat in his chair and started rooting around in his bag. He knew what he was looking for, but wanted Gavin to get a good look at what he had on.

Gavin: You're wearing our shirt!

Ray: Dude, team Mavin!

The others chuckled softly and Michael beat down the blush that threatened to give him away. His fingers curled around his little trinket, and he took a deep breath. Silently, he set it on Gavin's desk.

It was a little figurine of Mogar and the Creeper, standing on top of a diamond block and holding a small block of TNT between them. As soon as Geoff, Ray, Ryan and Jack caught sight of it they stopped laughing. They all shared a look. Things weren't looking good for them.

Gavin picked up the little figure and stroked the tiny bear's head. A soft smile lifted his lips and he looked over at Michael with a light in his eyes that the Jersey man had never seen before.

Gavin: What's this?

Michael shrugged, trying to appear casual.

Michael: It's us. Well it's our characters anyway.

Gavin: I can see that, ya donut. I mean, why'd ya make it?

He didn't have an answer for that. The guys were all watching them, smirking and sending him suggestive looks. He glanced back at Gavin, his green eyes sparkling. Fucking sparkling. Michael said the first thing that popped into his head.

Michael: Cause you're my boi.

He said it a lot softer than he meant to. A faint blush arouse in Gavin's cheeks and his smile stretched out into a grin.

Gavin: You're my boi, Micool.

Geoff coughed something that sounded like "Gay!" and the others started laughing once more.

This was going to be a long day.

~•~

By lunchtime Michael was a nervous wreck. Which angered him, because Michael 'Rage Quit' Jones didn't get nervous. It was a viscous cycle of nerves and inner fury.

Lindsay had agreed to help him out by setting up, but she wouldn't be there holding up cue cards and feeding lines to Michael. He had to express himself all on his own.

Six cupcakes sat on the kitchen counter, a little piece of paper in front of them to show which one belonged to whom. They were chocolate with yellow icing, and had a mini Tower of Pimps on top. Upon closer inspection, (eating one) the guys realized that they were Rice Krispie Treats cut into squares and covered with fondant.