Sparky Fate

26° Shit!

Lance's POV

Can't believe this.
I re-read the message all over again.

We are throwing a barbecue at the penthouse this Saturday. All for you buddy.
Vold.

Once in a while we get to have a job union party to ease tension from the enterprise and to allow people to socialise with they work mates outside the office.

All for me???
Wtf does that even imply here?

They have to be planning something fishy to take the chances and throw the party.
I mean we like going for the planned ones not the way round.
They better be shitting me.

I made a quick coffee and served myself while folding my tie.
Don't wanna get late.

I grabbed my car keys and drove off.
Brighter days.

Steadily i walked into the elevator, i noticed we were three in it. And it so happens Mars is in it.

She was in front of me. I took my time to maneuver my eyes on her from up and down.
Damn! She is sexier in a skirt. I wonder how she'll look in a dress.
Mesmerizing, that i know of.

She almost caught me looking so i drifted my focus to the phone call i have received.
I need to talk to her.
We are definitely avoiding each other and for what reasons i don't understand.
Plus i want nothing more but friendship. That should do just fine.
I'll catch up with her outside the job premises.
Not now though.

The rest of the day i ended up having meeetings and more meetings.
Guess I'll have to get used to this.

Which firms reasons out, dad is so definitely doing this for purposely.
I mean is there any logic that a business trip could be on a duration of almost a month now?!
I need to talk to him, soon.

After all the day's schedules, Lyre and Vold headed with me to my house.
I have to scoop information from them like why the heck would they throw a barbecue. Then what they meant by all for me.

I took out the pads and turned on the screen.
Ready for a manly fight.
The real war.
FIFA 19.
Dope shit.

I took a beer and just laid on the couch watching the match.
Lyre vs Vold.
I honestly don't know which team i should spectate on since both are dope in this shit.

"Fuck!"
Vold shouts in dismay that he didn't pass the ball now it was a side kick and missed.

"Shoot motherfucker. Shoot."
In anger, i shouted at Lyre who is now sweating while running around and it's definitely a clean shot.

"Dammit!" Lyre curses.

"A barbecue, huh?"
I let it out of my chest after the match ended on a draw of 2-2.

"Yeap. We figured you needed this." Lyre points out in a shrug.

"I needed this? Guys we never plan the work parties so how is this related to me?"
Confused, i inquired.

After the hum and ham, Vold spoke.
"Bro have you talked with Mars?"

Have to admit, that caught me off guard.
Its now about this lady.
I have managed not to cross my mind with the thought of her and now my boys are luring me to.