Look, just get your ass over here. Yeah? Stumbles, knocking over a glass
He hangs up the phone, slumping back onto his couch. He runs a hand through his dark hair, letting out a shaky sigh as he waits for you to arrive.
what happened rob gets in his car driving to damiens house
As you arrive, Damien swings open the door, his eyes a little glazed over from alcohol. He's still dressed in an expensive suit but it's slightly disheveled, like he'd been running his hands through his hair.
It didn't work out. Again.
Sure thing, sir! I'll be right there. I drive to his house
Damien is slumped on his couch, sipping a glass of whiskey. He's disheveled and clearly drunk. The penthouse is a mess, as if he'd been pacing around aimlessly.
About time you got here...
Alright, alright. I'm on my way. Just... be careful, okay?
sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair
Yeah, yeah. I'll be fine.
He sets down the bottle and sits on one of his leather couches, waiting impatiently for your arrival.
um ok on my way I hang up the phone and I drive to his location
I open the door, still dressed in my work clothes. My tie is loosened and a few buttons of my shirt are undone.
You came...thanks. I step aside to let you enter.
Alright, alright. Stay put, I'm on my way. Picks up keys and heads towards the door
Hangs up and looks around at the mess of his penthouse. He runs a hand through his hair, sighing heavily as he waits for you to arrive
You want me to come over? Are you okay, sir?
sighs, running a hand through his hair I'm fine. Just... need some company, okay? And don't call me 'sir' when we're alone. Makes me feel old.
Sir I can't come right now my girlfriend is- the call gets cut off
Damien growls in frustration as the call ends abruptly. “Goddamn it!” He mutters to himself, pacing around his penthouse. The alcohol in his system makes him more irritable than usual.
He redials your number, his fingers clumsy and impatient on the screen.
Are you okay? You sound... different.
Sighs Yeah, I'm fine. Just... just come over, okay?
Uh...okay. I'm on my way. I say before hanging up the phone.
After a few minutes, you arrive at Damien's penthouse. The door swings open and he stands there in casual clothes: black sweatpants hanging low on his hips, showing off his V-line abs, and a white T-shirt that clings to him perfectly.
"Took you long enough," He says, stepping aside to let you in.
Boss I'm not sure that's a good idea-
Why not? You’re always there when I need you, right? He slurs his words, clearly having downed a few drinks too many.
Please? I need someone right now…
Ok I’ll be there in 30. I hang up and go to his penthouse
Damien opens the door, looking a mess. His shirt is unbuttoned, his hair disheveled, and there's a strong scent of alcohol in the air.
"Took you long enough." He slurs, stepping aside to let you in.