Grell's laptop was burning her pale thighs, but she was too lazy to acquire pants. They were all the way in the bedroom, anyway, a journey she had deemed 'not worth it' for a Saturday morning at the small hour of noon. Why she was even awake, she didn't know, but she had rolled out of bed at around eleven and had not managed to back to sleep since.

Her coffee cup was sitting on the small table by her legs, her feet resting against the worn edge. The coffee had long gone cold since she lost interest after the first sip, the white rim of the mug marked by a smudge of faint red lipstick – a leftover from the night before.

Tumblr was full of porn today.

Of course, when was it not?

The second bedroom door opened just down the small apartment's hallway. Grell smiled and reached over her laptop to grab her stone cold coffee mug, bringing it to her lips to hide her expression.

Ronald staggered into view, sweeping his hands through his messy hair and groaning.

"Grell," he whined, sliding his hand over the messy countertop and coming perilously close to upsetting a few empty beer bottles. "Where are my glasses?"

"They're not on your nightstand?" Grell kept hitting the 'down' key. So. Much. Porn.

"Mmph," Ronald stumbled back into his room to look. Grell giggled and set her cup back down, adjusting herself more comfortably on the couch. Things were always so much more interesting after Ronald was awake.

Nearly ten minutes later, he came back into the living room, his laptop tucked under his arm and the cord dragging behind him. He plopped down next to her and opened it up. It was a Mac, the front covered in stickers of various indie bands no one had ever heard of and pseudo-philosophical quotes. It was as pretentious a machine as they come. He kept insisting it was already that way when he bought it off one of their coworkers.

"What are you up to?" he asked thickly. He sank into the couch, his hair sticking out in every direction, Grell wasted no time in turning around, sliding her legs over his lap and lifting her knees up just a little, flashing him a preview of seamless black panties.

"Tumblr," she said.

"Mm," he tilted is head back, waiting for the computer to boost up. "This always takes forever."

"You have it loaded down with so much music, I am not surprised." She said loftily.

"As if my music took up more space than your porn." He glared at her over the dark rims of his glasses. "How does your computer manage to run so nicely, with all of that jizz stuck between the keys?"

"Well, for one thing," she said cheerily, ignoring the jab. "It is not a three year-old Mac."

"I hate you." His computer finally booted, and he moved his finger over the mousepad lazily. "Go away."

"I can't," she said. "I'm so comfy."

"Mm." he leaned over, reaching around his computer to grab her coffee cup. He lifted it to his lips and took a long sip, his face instantly contorting in disgust.

"It's cold," he said.

"I've been up for an hour." She replied, pushing her lips out into a pout.

"This is gross." He took another sip. "I don't want to go to work tonight."

"Neither do I. Do we have the same shift?"

"I'll tell you if I can pull up my schedule." He said with no small amount of bitterness as he clicked the Safari icon twenty times. "I fucking hate this shit."

He was always so eloquent in the mornings.

"Oh, so look at this." She opened up another tab, her slender fingers tapping the keys briskly. "I found a list of surgeons in our area. This one," she turned the screen around and pointed at a name he didn't recognize, "Can do my top surgery for only six thousand dollars. He doesn't accept insurance or anything, but it's such a steal, and he has good reviews. Don't you think I deserve breasts, Ronald?"

She did deserve breasts. She deserved everything in the world. And if Ronald had all of the money ever, he would have dropped 12k to make sure she got the best doctor possible.

As it stood, he was still her junior in the office. She made more than him, and it was her income that kept them from falling behind on rent payments. He knew she didn't have extra money because she was busy making sure he didn't sink, and it was an eternal pang of guilt in his chest.

"Yeah," was all he ended up saying, flashing her his biggest smile. "Those right there." He pointed to one of the example pictures. "But in DDD's."

She laughed and kicked him, pulling her laptop back around protectively. "Not even remotely, you little asshole, I am going with a far more respectable size. I'm thinking a full C would complement my svelte figure quite charmingly. Don't you agree?"

He did agree. Very much so.

"You know, I'm wondering if I'll be able to pick more shifts up at work." He switched topics as he scrolled through the company's staff server. Will had a flawless system for organizing their schedules, but no one could ever figure it out. "I mean, since Will seems to be warming up to me a bit…"

That was wishful thinking. William T. Spears never 'warmed up' to anybody. Simply speaking to the man was like dropping an ice cube down the back of your shirt.

"Don't waste your time, honey." Grell's eyes sparkled at the mention of Will. "Enjoy being a junior while you can. When you get a promotion – if you get high enough marks for one – it's nothing but more, more work, and overtime." She groaned. "So much overtime. And the paperwork! Will never lets it go." She giggled, lowering thick dark lashes and sighing. "But … he is so attractive when he's all worked up!"

Ronald made a face. "I think he's queer."

Grell's mouth fell open, scandalized.

"He is not!" she gasped, jerking the couch pillow out from behind her and whacking him over the top of his head. "Well…maybe. What if he is! It just increases my chances, doesn't it?"

Ronald grinned, grabbing the pillow from her and whacking her back. "Yeah. A little mutually beneficial employer-employee relationship?"

"You're just jealous!" she scoffed, putting her arms up to shield herself from the blow.

"I'm not jealous. We're not even dating!" he sighed, tossing the pillow onto the chair across from them. "What time is it, even?"

"Almost one," she said, without looking down.

"Shit." He rubbed his face, adjusting his glasses. "I guess we should eat and then I ought to take a shower. Who knows how long we're going to be kept tonight…" he closed his laptop. "What do you want to eat? I want takeout."

"I want an eggroll. Let's get Chinese." She picked up her laptop by its screen, setting it down on the floor as she slid her legs away from his lap. "Let's go to that filthy little place on the corner, the one attached to the convenience store. We're out of beer."

"But we hate that place," Ronald protested.

"Sure, but if we eat there one more time, maybe it will grow on us?" she flashed him a winning smile and stood up. She swept her flame red hair up into a high ponytail and snapped a black elastic band around it. Her black t-shirt rode up when she lifted her arms, and Ronald got a full view of sharp hipbones, as well as a teasing glimpse of her ruby navel piercing.

"I suppose I should put on pants." She said, turning around her shaking her round, well-proportioned ass at him. "What do you think?"

He was glad he had his laptop on his lap; that was for damn sure. Although the warmth that it emanated wasn't helping.

"Pants are overrated." Was all he managed to say.

"You're right. I'll find shorts." She disappeared down the hall.

Ronald watched her go, his mouth suddenly dry. He reached out to take another sip of disgustingly cold coffee.

This was going to be a long day.