I had too much fun with this

I always have fun with Yaggo boi

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It was six in the evening, and they had finished concert setup early. Normally, alone, it took Iori ten straight hours to arrange everything, but with Yashiro helping him (apparently being a 'gentle giant' worked wonders in convincing people to do things?) they had finished a solid two-and-a-half hours early. Iori would never confess that he was thankful for Yashiro's company- but today had been significantly more enjoyable than the last time he was consigned to set-up duty.

He's a better conversation partner than Riot, at least…

Now that he was in a decidedly good mood, Iori wanted nothing more than to get drunk and hit the hay early. Tomorrow was rehearsals, and given he wanted to keep his passive-aggressive liar employee, that meant Iori was going to make Rock Howard practice so much, he'd be singing the songs in his sleep for the next week and a half. Being a slave-driver was also tiring.

I wonder what the little bitch is up to now... ugh

Iori was laying splayed across one of the lobby couches, and waiting for the butler to get him the shots of liquor he'd ordered. He understood that he was being profoundly inconsiderate by taking up an entire three-man couch on his own, but he really didn't care. He knew he was getting tons of dirty looks from the people shuffling about in the crowded lobby. That's why he opted to place a cushion over his face. He knew it was a bit of a childish tactic, but was legitimately proud of this innovation.

I should do this everywhere.

"... Sir?"

The butler. Iori sat up so quickly he felt the blood drain from his head and he was subject to a slight dizzy spell as he made a snatch for his shots. Thankfully, he managed not to spill any of them in his haste to throw them at his liver. As he downed number three, he saw Rock Howard stagger through the rotating doors and slowly shuffle toward the elevators. He looked gaunt, and… really hungry for some medium rare prime rib with horseradish sauce.

Coincidentally, Iori was also craving a medium rare prime rib with horseradish sauce.

Coincidentally, that's exactly what he had for dinner last night at the In house restaurant about ten feet away. Riot assured him that all three things could not have happened by pure chance, and some higher power was dictating he should elbow his way through the crowd, and drunkenly demand Rock share dinner with him tonight.

Great idea.

He still had about fifteen minutes before all three shots hit his brain, so his elbow strikes were quite accurate as he made his way through the crowd. Rock was up ahead, nervously staring at the elevators when Iori caught up to him, grabbed him by the shoulder, and nearly scared his soul right out of his body.

"B-boss!? Oh God… "

Rock jumped back, hit the wall, then shakily lifted both hands to cover his face. He remained like that for a short moment before lowering his hands to glare tiredly at Iori. Iori might have given him sass for that, but he was feeling happy from drunk, and Rock was dressed very, very interestingly.

Iori blinked at Rock's shirt, made sure it really was splattered in blood, and decided to comment on it.

"Wow, kid. You sure had fun today, huh? You kill someone?"

Rock blanched. Iori didn't notice and laughed at his own inside joke. Riot laughed too.

"Okay, let's eat dinner. Come on."

"Boss… I, uh. I feel sick. I'm gonna sleep it off, so go ahead and eat withou-"

*DING*

The elevator door opened and Rock froze as he saw Yashiro step out and catch sight of them. Earlier today, Yashiro had this concerned look on his face ever since they arrived back to the hotel. Iori was convinced he had misplaced something, so didn't ask questions when his companion went searching a bit ago. It looked like his search had brought him back to the ground floor - and the three of them stood there blocking access to the elevator.

Rock glared at Yashiro. He had turned white started trembling.

Yashiro stared back at the teenager. He was studying the boy carefully, and his concerned expression intensified into suspicion.

Iori was just thrilled he'd have three people to share his medium-rare-prime-rib-with-horseradish-sauce with and promptly (read:forcefully) herded them both into the restaurant for a fantastic three-way dinner date.


Yag will probably use this opportunity to be a stupid drunk, and also to tell Rock he's not interested in a romantic relationship.

Very helpful Iori.

Thank you.