Schlatt was your roommate for two years straight, you lived in a high apartment in NYC. You walk into his room to see him drinking his second bottle of Jack Daniels while editing. He heard the door creak open, slightly and turned his chair around. He had those sexy glasses on and was looking at you up and down.

“Heya, ‘babe,” He said calmly, his accent strongly coming through.

“Hey back. You’re editing at this hour?” You stared down at the clock on your apple watch.

“Streak ended late tonight, what can I do?”

“Start off by getting some sleep.” You said back, smirking slightly.

“Please, pretty baby, won’t you come to me?” He asked, weirdly casually. You were stunned quite a little, but stepped forward.

“Won‘t you let me be your daddy, come sit here on my knee..?” He smirked, those sexy glasses slightly pushed down at the bridge of his nose.

You obliged, shaking your head in disbelief while smirking of shock and nervousness at the same time.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.”

“I’m serious.”