Maybe sneaking in booze to the office Chirstmas party was a bad idea.

Or, maybe, it was the best idea Stephen had ever had. He had only brought it to share with you, because if he was being honest with himself, he wasn't keen on sharing his private stash with anyone else in the office. You were the only one who deserved a little treat and relaxation in an otherwise boring 'party,' which was really just the office eating store-bought snacks and fighting to talk about anything but work. You did so much for him as the receptionist, well... you deserved it.

And maybe he was just a little biased because he was head over heels for you, despite you being engaged. He didn't think that mattered much- you had been 'engaged' for three years now and your fiance was a total dick. Nice enough, but he never brought you flowers, or took you out to nice places, and frequently made eyes at other women around the office. Stephen, being a good friend to you, had tried not to say anything about it, as to not upset you.

But tonight had been good. You stuck by his side, as usual, and the two of you people watched and snickered softly to yourselves. He snuck in some booze into your soda, which was loosening you up, much to his glee. He just wanted you to have fun and not be so shy. And it was working. You had been giggling like a toddler at everything he said, and your flush cheeks made his heart beat faster. Now, toward the end of the party, most of the office had cleared out to catch drinks at the local bar. You were perched on his desk while he leaned against the desk next to you, his hand on the desk next to your hip.

He smiles at you, eyes flickering up and down as you giggle at his story drunkenly. "No, no, I mean it," He continues his story. "I told him if he didn't shut his goddamn mouth, his campaign manager would have to play damage control, and I wasn't going to be nice about it. The guy's an idiot."