To Impulsively Make A Phone Call

Matt giggled. He was flat on his back on Jay's living room floor, staring at the ceiling. "Man… this stuff's as good as I remember."

Jay shoved his hands in the air, giving a double thumbs up. "It rocks!" He was draped over a chair. "Don't know what the big deal is about keeping it illegal." They'd all resigned their State positions a week earlier to begin working the campaign full time.

"Right? We should paint your ceiling fun colors."

"No. No painting now. It's too far away anyway."

"We're tall. I can sit on your shoulders." He rolled, crashing into the coffee table. "How'd I get down here?"

"You fell off your chair." Jay twisted to see him, nearly falling as well.

"Cause Blake's hogging the couch." Both of them shifted to see their friend who was totally relaxed into the couch.

"Why haven't I ever tried this stuff before?" Blake asked them. "What in the world is there to be neurotic and obsessive about?"

Matt and Jay both laughed.

"No, really. Stressing over so much stupid stuff. Who cares if something isn't perfect? Or breaks the rules? Or crosses boundaries? Huh? I mean, there's no rule against shagging your boss's daughter. We're all consenting adults."

It took a second but Matt seemed to register Blake's last comment and pushed up so he could see him over the table. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Jay sat up as well. "Pretty sure it's the gummies making me ask this- What daughter?"

Blake's face split into a blissed-out grin. "The hot one."

"Oh my god." Matt pressed a hand to his head, trying to decide whether to fight the drugs or maybe get some more. "What did you do, man?" Deciding not to fight it, he fell back to the floor. "I thought I was bad; I've slept with two coworkers."

The room was silent a minute before Jay asked. "Two?" He was starting to wonder if he wasn't the worst boss ever. "Ronnie wasn't in our department…technically."

"Daisy."

"And?"

"Nadine."

Jay rolled over, surprise making him forget he was on a chair as he crashed to the floor. "What?!"

"It was a thing, off and on. Between, you know, Marsh, Nasa Man, and Mike."

"I sucked at my job." Jay groaned. "She dated Mike? As in Mike B?"

"Pretty sure the only one not getting nooky in a supply closet was you, man." Matt laughed again as he began to list off how many people he knew they'd all slept with related to work over the years.

"Never in a supply closet!" Blake joined in suddenly. "The bathroom counter in the office was the right height though."

Both men on the floor rolled over to try and look at him and then exchanged a look. "What the hell is he talking about?" Jay asked Matt.

"I don't even… Blake? Who'd you shag in a bathroom?"

Blake's reply was a somewhat maniacal laugh.

"Does he mean MSec's bathroom?" Matt asked Jay.

"Maybe? What's that noise?" Jay turned back, Blake had his phone in his hand and was pressing the screen. "Shit! No stoned calls, Blake! Don't do it!" He tried to get his body to be coordinated enough to get up and to the other side of the room. "Learn from my mistakes, don't do it." He tried to grab the phone, knocking it instead over the back of the couch.

"But I should be honest!" Blake laughed again. "It shouldn't be a secret that I was screwing Stevie on her bathroom counter like, every time she stepped out of the office." He dissolved into more laughter.

"You are so messed up, man. No more gummies for you." Figuring the phone was safely out of reach, he dropped onto the couch, not caring he was pinning Blake down. "Stop moving, I'm trying to get comfortable."

"You're laying on me." Blake grunted. "I'm not used to being on the bottom."

Matt laughed out loud. "More of a top?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Wait…" Matt popped up again. "Who the hell were you trying to call? Because your phone is still lit up back there."

Blake grunted in pain as Jay suddenly moved, elbows and knees jabbing, trying to find the dropped phone.

"Fuck. We're dead."