"So, baby," she starts as she sits sideways in your lap with two glasses of rum, "I was wondering if you were thinking about merging our companies together yet. I mean, computer sciences and green energy could help really save the world."
She's just a wonderful woman, and you just chuckle at her as she slowly starts to offer you one glass. You go to take it and she smirks before tugging it away and knocking it back like it was nothing.
"Ah, ah, come on, baby, you have to at least answer me and try to be social for once," she smiles, her black lipstick undisturbed and pristine as always, no matter how slobbering drunk she gets. Gosh, she's really something, ain't she?
"I wwill admit I havve givven it some thought, my dearest. I'vve spoken wwith my board, though, and they aren't all all for it, like I really wwant. I'm also certain that if you hack their facebooks… Again… They wwill contact the cops… Again."
She snickers and gives you the full glass for real this time, "I wwish you could just, you know, fire them…. Oh wait, you can."
"I could, but these old farts wwill accuse me of plotting and try to find a wway to sue me."
"Fucking bitches," she sighs and tucks her face in your neck comfortably, like she has so many times before. "I'm going to hack the fuck out of all their social pages and show their wives how much porn they watch and wear out their arms to, or how much they cheat. You can always tell them you're firing them because anyone who cheats on their wife is going to cheat you out of money."
You kiss the top of her head and laugh as you hold her close, "You're really something, ain't you, my dear?"
"Fuck yeah I am, and you know it, baby."
"Oh, I do, my dearest," you leaned your cheek against her forehead and relaxed with her curled in your lap. You proceeded to drink your rum and she played with your loose blond curls, her own strawberry ones curling under her jaw. You nudge her forehead with your nose and hum a bit, "Hey."
"Yes?"
"Wwhat do you think about movving in wwith me?"
"... Cronus, I don't think-"
"Come on, Rosie and Eri get along wwell enough, and Junior and Little Rock havve been friends since they were practically babies…"
She goes quiet, then chuckles a little, cuddling into you more, "... I can't believe you still call her that, she's almost seventeen."
"And? She at least doesn't havve a sour look evvery time I say it, unlike Junior, wwho's looks could kill evven though his name is literally Junior. She likes her nickname as far as I'm concerned, so I'm not changing it."
"So… Merging companies has you wanting to merge households too?"
"Nope, just wwanting to be wwith you has done that."
She kisses you a couple of times, then gently murmurs that it was getting late and if you wanted to convince the old ballsacks to get over themselves, you would need a good night of sleep with a hot babe in bed.
You slept soundly that night.