Part 1 Finale

Context: You were one of the most hardworking people at your company, if not the most hardworking. Since you started, your boss has been a thorn in your side, constantly teasing, nagging, and just getting under your skin. You swore you'd show him up one day, maybe even earn his respect, but it seems as though life had other plans. You quit. A drink sounds nice. You just quit your job. A drink sounds really nice. A drink sounds really… really…

Setting: A nice hotel/a dive bar

Tags:[M4F][Teasing Tsundere Boss Speaker][Heartbroken Listener][Teasing][Mean]['Work Marriage'][Family Drama][Heartbreak][I Quit][Fight/Argument][Leaving][Redemption][Making-Up][Comfort][CW: Angst/Family Trauma/Implied Drugging]

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[Scene opens back at the hotel ballroom]

[SFX: Polite but party-appropriate music/chatter/someone running into said party barefoot]

[Your boss races into the ballroom, still in a towel and a very fortunate addition of boxers]

“Oh, I messed up. Oh, I messed up so badly. She’s not answering my texts, and she’s not here back at the party? Shit… Hey! Hey, Janice, have you seen Worker Bee?”

[Janice turns bright red but manages a ‘no’]

[Pause…]

“Oh, come ON, Janice, you know I’ve been hitting the gym, let’s keep things professional, here… Chase! Chase! Have you seen Worker Bee?”

[P…Pause…]

“I am fully aware that I am naked except for my dragon boxers and this towel on my head, now answer the question!”

[...Pause.]

[Your ex-boss lets out a groan of frustration]

“Godamnit! Rrgh… OK, thank you… Yes, yes, enjoy the festivities…”

[Pause…]

[SFX: A slightly perturbed party atmosphere]

[He stands, slightly damp, pondering]

“...Think… Think, who would… HER DAD!”

[SFX: A plate shattering]

“Oh, uh, sorry, Barney… Sorry… You, too, Rex, didn’t mean to jumpscare that cheesecake out of your hands. Sorry, yes, it is really good cake, I am sure. Have you two seen a portly man, balding a little, probably in a Hawaiian shirt?”

[Pause…]

“Rex, you are our best engineer and I respect that, but if you make kissy faces at me again, I will tell Poppy and they will get on your case.”

[Pause.]

“Thank you, I appreciate the snark rescinding… Oh! There! Actual color on someone’s clothes, pardon me!”

[He beelines for your Dad who is nursing a fourth or fifth drink]

[Pause]

“YOU!”

[Your Dad jumps, almost losing his precious slice of cheesecake]

“You’re the winner’s father, right?”

[...Pause…]

“Good, great! Hi! I’m Seth, their boss. Er, ex-boss… Listen, your daughter got upset over something I said-”.

[Your Dad rolls his eyes. Like always]

[Pause]

“...W-Well, no, what I said was, in hindsight, legitimately shitty. This isn’t just… her being ‘too sensitive’. Sorry, we’re getting off track. She quit and stormed out-”.

[Pause]

[Your ex-boss blinks, taken aback]

“...Sir, with due respect, my company does not just ‘file paperwork’. We are an engineering firm that helps people that can’t afford functional prosthetics. She is exceptionally passionate about her work, yes, but it is good work that I stand proudly behind. She… is a worker that I stand proudly behind…”

[Pause.]

[Your boss stares at the man that raised you, in disbelief]

“...You take that back.”

[Pause?]

[He steps forward aggressively and your father takes a step back, startled]

“...Take it back. Take back what you said about her wasting her life away trying to make you proud.”

[...Pause?]

“Yes! Yes, I am her boss. WAS her boss, until I fucked up royally! I came down here in the hopes that if ANYONE would know where that poor woman would go at the end of her rope, her own father might, but no! You don’t even know her godamned favorite color!”

[Pause]

[He pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking with anger]

“...Christ, no wonder she can’t stand me… If you’re what I sound like to her, then I can’t fucking stand me either! What is wrong with us?! She busts her ass and we give her crap for it, like, ‘Hey, c’mon, stop caring! Stop caring like us, nothing you do matters anyway, so come make friends with people that pile all their work on you and live a little!’.”

[Your father watches your belligerent boss pace, baffled]

[Pause???]

“What?! No, I am not her boyfriend! I’m her…”

[He fumbles, gesturing wildly]

“...I was her boss… ‘Work husband’, maybe, if you want to be cute, but even if that were the case, I’m pretty sure quitting counts as a divorce. So, yay, first divorce, you want to take a selfie with me standing here in nothing but a towel and some boxers to commemorate the event?!”

[SFX: Some confused muttering]

[Pause…]

“...Look, I’m making an ass of us both by shouting at some mangy, unbothered old fart in a fancy hotel. If you don’t know where she would have gone, then I’m going to go look. I’m going to… do what you can’t, apparently, and apologize because by God the idea of ever becoming you is making me feel ill.”

[He turns to leave but your father speaks up]

[Pause.]

“...Sorry? Did you just tell me that, when you used to have bad fights with her, you’d ‘mix you both a drink and talk it out like drinking buddies’???”

[Pause…]

[Your boss looks at your father in abject disbelief]

“...Note to self, call Dad, and apologize for being a little shit. Wow… OK, well, I do not have time to comment on the unmitigated tragedy of that, but it does give me a lead, at least… She probably went to a local bar.”

[...]

[He scoffs]

“You can tell her you say sorry your damned self, I’m not doing your work for you! Christ… How cold is it outside? That’s… Yeah, OK, that’s snow. Well, whatever, I’m running on raw shame, adrenaline, disgust, and regret. To Hell with it!”

[SFX: Him running out to the street/checking his phone]

[Pause]

“Let’s see… Nothing below a certain star rating… Wait, no, she’d expect that. She’s definitely picked out the diviest dive bar within walking distance. She’d want me to know she can handle herself… Damnit, I know you can, I know, I just… I just didn’t want you to work yourself to death…”

[SFX: More phone noises/people muttering in confusion at the buff half-naked guy running around]

[Pause…]

“...This one! It’s shaped like a teapot and most of its pictures online have police tape. Right around the block, too, let’s go!”

[SFX: Late winter city sprinting]

[He goes towards the bar, managing to run there in a few minutes. Were you watching, you might say his parkour skills were pretty impressive]

[SFX: Grunge music fading in/ a door creaking open]

[He pokes his head in and shouts to the bartender]

“Hey, Chief! You see a lady in here with no business being here?!”

[The bartender side-eyes him but says nothing]

[Pause…]

[Your ex-boss steps inside, not a care given to his appearance]

“Look, I’m not trying to hassle her. I’m her ex-boss and I’m worried sick that she’s out here, alone, potentially sloshed in a dangerous place. If I put this hundred down, maybe in the tip jar, we’ll say, can you just tell me if she came in or not?”

[Pause…?]

“...Look, don’t worry about where I was keeping my wallet, alright, it was in the towel turban, j-just… Is she here or not?!”

[The bartender sighs and nods their head toward the bathrooms]

[Pause.]

“Went into one of the bathrooms a while back and hasn’t come out? And no one has checked in?!”

[Pause.]

[He pinches the bridge of his nose]

“...Right. Fine. May I, then?”

[Pause.]

[He sighs and plops another hundred in the tip jar]

“Yes, yes, another bribe for the bathroom keys. I swear, this damned city..”

[SFX: Keys jiggling through the grunge music and a door knock]

“Hey! Worker Bee? You in there?!”

[...]

“...Sweetheart, you sound bad…I’m coming in, OK?”

[...]

[SFX: A door opening and shutting quickly]

“There you are! Oh, Christ… How much have you had to drink and how much of it have you barfed into that poor toilet?”

[...]

“...H-Hey… Hey, you OK down there…?”

[...Pause]

[His voice turns quiet. Scared]

“...You think someone spiked your drink… So you ran in here to try and throw it up…?”

[P-Pause…]

“Hey, hey…”

[He kneels by you and puts an arm around you, pulling you in]

“...I’m here. I don’t… I don’t think barfing them up is going to stop you from blacking out, but I’m gonna call for an ambulance, OK? I’m not gonna leave you alone for even a single second…”

[Pause…]

[He rubs your back while your head swims and fights]

“...Christ, I’m… I’m just glad I found you in time… I’m sorry, I am… so, so sorry for talking to you how I did. I’m sorry that I failed so hard at being a decent human being that… I didn’t even realize what you needed was compassion and recognition, not to be told to ease up… I’m sorry…”

[...]

[He smiles weakly]

“...Also, your Dad is the worst. Which… makes me the second worst, I think.”

[...Pause]

“...You don’t think so? How come? Keep talking to me…”

[...]

“...At least I cared about you enough to come looking? Of course, I care about you! Called you my damned work wife IN FRONT OF YOUR DAD… How are you feeling, huh? Those eyes look pretty heavy…”

[...]

[He lets out a shaky sigh]

“...I know you want to sleep. If you can’t keep awake, then just rest… I have you. I’m dialing for an ambulance now, sorry, just hard with one hand.”

[...]

“Hey.”

[He cups your cheek and tilts your head to look into his eyes]

“Look at me.”

[...?]

“...It’s OK to rest. I’ve got you, and I’m not letting go until I know you’re gonna live long enough to call me an asshole. The catch is - you gotta wait until you’re healthy again to do it. Pinkie promise?”

[Pause…]

[You pinkie promise with him as your consciousness begins to slip away]

[SFX: Phone noises]

“Hello? Yes, I’m at Carte Blanc near the Sylphan Inn, and my friend seems to have had their drink spiked… Yes, their symptoms are-”.

[As you fade out in his lap, you can’t help but think one thing. Well, maybe two. One: his hair is ridiculously curly while still partially wet. Two, he called you his friend…]

[SFX: Fade out on the muted grunge music]

[...To be continued]

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Note: His name is Seth. That makes him my third or fourth ‘Seth’ character that has either been intensely grumpy and sassy or exceptionally camp. Cy’s Seth is easily the most camp, being that he is a guitar wizard theater nerd. I would rate this Seth as mid-camp, high-snark. Seth Ambros is a danger snark.

Second note: Rex is still a lil' punk, even with a six-figure job :P