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Corvus would love to say that he's only here because he's drank too much, gotten drunk on the company dime and made a bad decision. But the reality is that he's stone-cold sober, not having touched any alcohol since there's a mandatory early-morning meeting tomorrow. He knows that he didn't somehow get drunk by mistake either because everything is way too sharp, the details of this room and its warmth crystal clear to his senses.
The real reason Corvus is here, on an unmade bed, is because Enjin is a constant temptation.
Work parties are always messy but work parties without the kids tend to devolve into some light hedonism and that's exactly what happened today after all the children were sent back to HQ, curfew a strict rule under Semiu's watchful eye.
Enjin was the first to give into his whims, dancing with abandon after just one shot. It was entertaining to watch, if nothing else, and Corvus spent much of his time chatting at the bar, only occasionally turning around to ensure that none of his subordinates were puking their guts out. But the dancing must have gotten boring because next thing he knew they were all in a ramshackle circle playing party games and having juvenile discussions which Corvus would have assumed they'd all outgrown – though judging by Gris' raucous laughter, he'd been wrong.
"Come on," Semiu had said, her cheeks flushed bright from inebriation as she nudged at Bro. "We're all friends here. Just tell us who you think has the biggest package." Bro could only splutter in response, the conversation turning more explicit than his own tastes accounted for.
"It's a pointless question," Enjin piped up. "We all know what the answer is." And with that, half a dozen heads swivelled to look at Corvus. In a sense, it should have been flattering, yet Corvus kept his pinpoint gaze focused on Enjin and feigned ignorance.
"What?"
"Are you denying it?" Delmon asked, his brow raised like he couldn't believe that anyone would even want to. At his side, Tamsy stayed silent, yet he watched as the others all did – more a monitoring spirit when he drinks. Corvus could have continued to pretend he had no idea of the implications except Enjin was laughing, a deep sound which shook his shoulders in his thin shirt.
"It's gotta be tough getting laid though."
The assertion startled a laugh out of Corvus too, one that was comparatively more dry. "If I was as well endowed as you all expect then wouldn't it be the opposite?"
When Enjin leaned forward, it showcased more of the tattoos trailing down his chest. Almost enough of a distraction from the banal conversation – certainly enough of a distraction that Corvus forgets all the other people in the room. "Nah. Women aren't actually into all that outside of porn. How much can you even use?" Then with a mocking grin full of challenge, he lifted up his pinky. "Just the tip?"
It'd have been easy to clench his fist and throw about his weight but Corvus did none of that; he just smiled and shrugged, waving away the insult as easy as anything else. Givers have short attention spans and Tomme spilling her beer on the waiter served to change the topic.
Corvus bid his leave soon after and waited outside of the bar, falling into step beside Enjin when he finally left too.
"Would you like to see if you're right?" Corvus answered, his breath puffing between them in the cold air, and Enjin's eyes twinkled with misguided glee.
He said yes, of course.