Golem XIV – that's good, no one likes an unhappy reader.

Dragonofelder – yeah, I generally don't need an excuse, but I had to come up with this story in order to post them on this site.

bearhow – bad jokes are great, Raven is cute, and Gar is already better than Malcolm.

Guest – I mean, that's not… untrue.

Guest – there's more where that came from!

Princess0Bunny – you're great.

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"Logan."

"Ms. Roth?"

Logan had to be dreaming. Dreaming or hallucinating. Of this he was certain, because there was no way that multi-billionaire Raven Roth was standing at his door holding pizza. No way, no how.

The last thing he expected to see when he answered the door, three drinks in on a Friday night, was his boss in a dark green cardigan, gray shirt, black leggings, and flats. Technically, as her personal assistant he was basically on call 24/7. They told him as much when he got the job, and it was why he had moved to a new apartment in the same building as Raven's. However, while she did sometimes make requests at odd hours, in the three months he had worked for her, she had never asked for anything on the weekend. And she had definitely never been down to his apartment before either. He hadn't even thought that she was aware he lived in the same building, let alone knew his actual floor and door number. Glancing down, Logan tried not to grimace at his fluffy bunny slippers, jeans, and Team Starfox t-shirt. Work-appropriate attire, they were not.

"Is this…" She raised the boxes in her hands. "Your dinner?"

"Huh?" He blinked, then hurried to take the food from her. "Y-yeah! Sorry, yeah. What, um, what happened to the delivery guy?"

Raven arched an eyebrow slightly, obviously taking in his more flustered tone. Logan couldn't help it, her unexpected appearance had thrown him way off balance, and the alcohol that was starting to affect his system wasn't helping.

"Gone." She replied. "I was about to knock on your door when he arrived. He gave me your food and left. He said you already paid, so it was okay. He seemed in a hurry."

Somewhere in the back of his mind Logan made a mental note to call Greg, before refocusing on trying to wrap his mind around the situation at hand. "Why are– you didn't have to–"

He waved with the pizza boxes aimlessly, words crashing together in his head as he fumbled about. "I mean, I have a… phone?" He finished lamely.

"I know. You didn't pick up." Another arched eyebrow.

"Right. Right." Logan mentally kicked himself. He probably left it on the kitchen counter after ordering. Like an idiot. "How can I, um, help you?"

"I was reviewing some of the work from earlier, and there are a few documents at the office I requi–"

"Gar!" A voice interrupted from inside his apartment. "Where's the food!?"

"Yeah! We're hungry!" Another added.

His face flushed with color. Raven showing up at his door, his increasingly drunk and rowdy friends in his living room, and the use of his nickname, all at the same time. It was like the world suddenly decided it hated him.

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Cliffhanger! Actually, I wanted to avoid cliffhangers for this fic, but then I started writing this chapter, and end up getting to 2000 words, which is way longer than I wanted, so I chopped it up. Which I may end up doing with my other stories just so I can update them faster, because I just realized it's been like, six months since I updated Chaotic Neutral…