AN: an attempt to get over this thing called writer's block. daily drabble takes on one or several different prompts. mostly just crackfic.

prompt: window (by lipstickdisaster)
take 1

"Ms. Montez, you're up."

"Oh!" The bespectacled girl shoots up from her seat, and the papers in her lap promptly fall to the floor. She stares. "Right."

Kelsi sighs and moves over to help the poor girl. It's her way of saying "good luck", because this girl looks like she would need it. Desperately.

'Ms. Montez' gives her a sunny smile as she crouches beside her. "Thank you, Ms...?"

Lords. Kelsi rolls her eyes. "Nielsen, Kelsi Nielsen."

Whoever the next applicant is, they seriously need to work on their punctuality.

He taps his pen against the desk, and lifts a sheaf of papers to his eyes. Satisfied with his clever pretense, he watches out for "Ms. Gabriella Montez" from over his sheaf of Very Important Papers.

What seems to be five hours later, he sees a brunette girl approach the glass doors to his office. He resists the urge to roll his eyes; her body is twisted around, hands digging into the shoulder bag hanging by her hip, and she lets out a huge breath to blow away the mass of hair falling over her face. It's all a very dramatic affair.

This one's going to be interesting, he thinks.

And then she turns towards the door fully, almost bumping into the glass, but catches herself in time. Struggling for balance, she wrenches open the door and crashes into his office.

He peers at her face, putting down his sheaf of Very Important Papers and straightening his tie Very Importantly.

Interesting? That is an understatement.

Her eyes widen almost comically. He's reminded of last night.

"I can explain!" are the first words that tumble out of her mouth. He raises his eyebrows, rotating a little in his swivel chair. Her mouth moulds itself into a long, silent "O".

He smiles, gesturing with his hand. "Please take a seat, Ms. Montez."

She blinks owlishly behind her glasses, and gives a jerky nod.

When she's seated, he picks out her résumé from the papers on his desk and looks it over. All he sees are the interesting faces she'd made last night.

He clears his throat, and surreptitiously dog-ears the paper before putting it back with the others.

"So, Ms. Montez." He leans back in his chair, deciding not to give her too much hell. There'd be plenty of time for teasing and making quips later. And judging by the redish tint on her face, blushing is very, er, becoming on her. (A second later, he feels his own neck heat up at the thought.) He swivels his chair a little, peering down his nose. "I'll be straight with you, very straight." The swiveling stops, and he leans forward. "What the hell was that last night?"

She slumps at his acknowledgement, and lets out a huff that blows half of the papers right off his desk. He mentally bonks himself on the head for hiring a whirlwind into his already-so-worn workplace, but feels not so much as a smidgen of regret. Then the words tumble out of her mouth: "I'm sorry! Crazy friend, took me out for drinks on 'my first day in town'. She was trying to 'coax my wild side out into the open', what the hell does that even mean, right? It was a one-time thing! I'm sorry if I... insulted you."

And with that she cringes, and he can almost see the decision to walk out solidify in her mind.

It is hard to maintain a straight face, but he manages. "On the contrary, Ms. Montez," Troy dishes out his most infuriating smirk, "I was very... pleased to be at the receiving end of your wild side."

And she promptly flushes beet red.

Checkmate.

"Sharpay, I'm gonna fucking kill you." Gabriella throws her bag on the couch, hands coming to rest on her hips. Sharpay eyes her: Gabriella never throws her bag anywhere, ever. She is strangely careful with the inanimate objects in her life. (And the truth reveals itself: that is what's wrong with her friend!) "The guy you told me to make weird faces at through the car window last night, remember him? At the red light?"

She pauses, heaves a huge breath, then explodes in Sharpay's face like the blonde had been waiting for her to do since a very long time.

"HE IS MY NEW BOSS."

Sharpay lets out a cackle of glee.