"Hey there, where are you going off to? Lunch is nearly over." Jean Havoc called after Fuery who was quickly leaving the mess hall in the opposite direction of the office. The smaller man nearly stumbled over his own feet as he halted, but Havoc easily caught him with one hand.
"The Chief wants us in the office in five", he said through the smoke he'd just put between his lips.
Fuery got a distressed look on his face. "So soon? I thought I might just make it to the dry-cleaners in time!"
"Dry cleaners? Now?"
"Yes, or else I won't get my uniform back in time." Fuery explained what he'd overheard from the secretaries.
"Damn, is it true, a ball!? I hate balls; I never get a date! And if I in some unexplainable way do get one, the Chief'll probably just steal away her anyway!"Havoc exclaimed, pulling a hand over his face.
"Uhm, well, if you don't get a date, we could go there together?" Havoc just stared dumbly over his hand at the smaller man next to him. "It's more fun, isn't it, to go with someone, even if it's just a coworker?"
"Well" Havoc stared critically at Fuery. He didn't exactly want to go to a ball with a male coworker. He wanted to go with a girl! But what if he didn't get a date? Then he'd have to go all alone! Wasn't it better to go with somebody, anybody, then? Havoc hesitantly made a decision.
"Okay, we can go together. But only if I don't get-" He never got to finish as a pink cheeked Fuery chirped happily:
"It's a date then!! See you back in the office!" before hurrying down the hall, leaving an utterly baffled Havoc.
After a few minutes, the tall man finally found something satisfying to say: "What the hell!?"
-End part 2 ~Jean Havoc's POV~