Lance smiled, playfully padding his companion’s shoulder and holding it for a few minutes. They were a few beers in and had been exchanging stories for a few hours now. Today was Friday and they had just recently –a mere six hours ago-, signed a contract with the Dutch company KLM, ensuring future growth and contracts for years to come. What had started as an evening of celebrations and meticulously calculating how much profit they would be making was ending in a night of intoxicated confessions.
Lance had drowned two shots of the foul demonic drink that was tequila before ranting about how he wanted to make his father proud, speaking of emotional things the old man would never get to witness, whilst the person next to him spoke of things of the present, how things were ‘failing’, marriage wise. Lance had heard the confession before, even advising or reassuring his friend on multiple fronts, yet sadly to no success. The only thing Lance could do was pour another drink and wave the bartender of with another bill, allowing them to pour their drinks themselves. Lance and his friend were regulars here and Lance had even invested a bit of his private funds in the place, claiming it was vital to their ‘thinking fluid uptake’.
“I wish I could help mate, truly. This is probably just a phase, something hormonal or a bump in your marriage that you have to get over. Besides, I can hardly give you a helping hand in the bedroom, now can I.” He said playfully as he poured the two of them another drink or two, possibly four.
Four hours later they stood outside the bar, snickering like children when his friend’s wife came to pick up her significant other. When asking how many beers the two friends had in them, they merely grinned like children again, calling her ‘mother’ and other playful remarks. Lance helped his friend get in the car, easily supporting the small weight and slender frame before setting the intoxicated soul down on the ground. He then gave the designated driver a kiss on the cheeks and returned back to the bar, claiming that he would find a lovely brunette to give him a ride home, seeing as his wasn’t playing fair by getting a goddess as a chauffeur.
Two days later
“The door is open!” Lance shouted from the upper floor, signalling that they could enter. He finished drying his hair before he made his way downstairs, seeing the couple just entering the room. “How was the headache?” Lance whispered to his friend whilst inviting them inside, letting them take a seat on the sofa in his living room while he got the three of them some refreshments. He was a bit surprised when he had gotten the text that morning, claiming that the three of them needed to talk about something.
Lance figured it was probably to get his friend’s wife a job, seeing as it had been a year now and the market was just a horrible. He himself had some plans already in motion to hire her, yet he wanted it to be a surprise next month. What came of their mouths next was something much different than asking for a job!