"Aww man, how much did I drink last night to have this kind of headache?" Feeling awful from head to toe, muscles to bones. "And… is this the office bedroom?? How did I get here? What the—" Seeing a head popping out of the couch, he exclaimed, "Who's sleeping on the couch??" Crawling out of bed slowly to look at the person's face, he muttered, "HOLY MOTHER OF…!" clutching his mouth, trying not to make any sound.
Last night, after cooing Allen to sleep, Charls decided to keep watching Allen from the couch and he had fallen asleep.
"Why is Master here? Sleeping?? And on top of that, he's sleeping on the couch??? You stupid, deep-shit drunkard! What have you done??" He grabbed his hair in frustration. Not remembering anything made it even worse.. "And why am I shirtless? I really am an idiot." Allen decided to start the day with a bath.
Feeling refreshed after his bath, Allen started to cook breakfast for two, knowing that his Master might be hungry when he wakes up. After cooking and battling with himself over whether he should wake Charls for breakfast or not, he decided to check on him first.
Sleeping soundly on the couch with a finely chiseled face, wearing a white button-down long-sleeve shirt with his tie still around his neck, his coat folded neatly on top of the coffee table, messy hair, using his left arm as a pillow, and shoes still on his feet, Charls looked peaceful.
"How can I wake somebody up if they sleep like this? Sleeping like he hasn't slept for days…" Allen muttered, walking out of the room to eat his breakfast.
Charls shot upright immediately and looked toward the bed, Allen wasn't there.
He quickly ran out of the room, searching for him.
Then he saw Allen sitting calmly at the table, eating breakfast.
"Ohhh, Master! You're awake! Come eat, I've cooked breakfast for you too. I'll heat it up shortly, have a seat." Getting up to reheat the food, Charls watched as Allen took a seat in front of him. "Here, I didn't know what you like, so I just cooked a 'common' breakfast," he said, placing on the plate toasted bread, scrambled eggs, bacon, and a glass of hot chocolate. "I also don't know if you drink coffee, milk, or chocolate, but I like hot chocolate more, so I decided to make one for you too. Is it okay?"
"Hmm, thank you." Charls took a small bite. "You don't have any hangover?" Is this how you start small talk? he wondered silently.
"It was gone after I bathed and took some pills. Ahhh, and what happened yesterday?? I mean, did I do something… ahhh… something embarrassing??? Or was I a… how do I say this—"
"You're fortunate you don't remember anything from last night." After saying that, Allen choked on his food. "I'll get you some water," Charls said, getting up. He placed a glass on the table.
"Thank you." Drinking the water bottoms-up, Allen whispered, "So… I really did something embarrassing… stupid shit."
"I don't know if it was embarrassing, but for me it was quite shocking." Again, Allen choked on his food. Charls fetched a pitcher from the mini-fridge to refill Allen's glass.
"What did I do?" Allen calmed himself.
"Are you sure you want to know?" Charls gave him a quick glance.
"Ahh… not sure. Maybe a little?" Allen thought about what to say next.
"Ask me what you want to know," Charls said, putting down his spoon and fork, He intertwined his fingers and rested his elbows on the table. "Then I'll tell you what happened. So… ask me now, or you won't have any chances later," he added, giving Allen an intense look.
"Ahhhh… so… how many glasses of wine did I drink last night?" Just thinking about it made him want to puke.
"Glasses are an understatement—it was bottles. You almost drank six bottles of wine." Charls resumed eating.
"Six bottles?? How could I… WHAT??? SIX BOTTLES??" Allen ate his last bite of toast. "So Master took care of me last night, right?" Charls nodded for confirmation. "What happened when we got here?" Now Allen wasn't so sure he actually wanted to know anymore.
"You talked about a lot of things, took a bath alone but fell on the tiled floor, and wanted to strip your clothes off, saying it was too hot. So it was nothing… really, nothing I can't handle," Charls shrugged, eating his last piece of egg.
"Wha—what?? I did… I did all of that?? I must have gone craaazzy!" Allen clutched his hair, putting his head on the table while kicking the air beneath it.
"You must have been," A smirk appeared on Charls' face as he tried not to laugh at Allen's reaction, sipping his hot chocolate to hide it.
"I'm sorry… I'm really, really sorry, Master." Allen lifted his head slightly, his chin was still glued to the table.
"It's fine" he raised an eyebrow "You haven't heard the last one yet." Charls waited for Allen's reaction.
"There's still more??????!!!!!!" Allen shot upright "Ohhh nooooo!" He buried his head in his arms.
"You… you cried last night, and I went through the trouble of cooing you back to sleep—"
Cutting Charls off, Allen nearly jumped out of his seat, "I DID!!?? UNBELIEVABLE!! Did I say… something weird?"
"I couldn't hear what you were saying, though. You were just mumbling words I couldn't comprehend." Charls was surprised Allen wasn't pissed.
"Ohhhh… I'm really sorry about the trouble I caused you last night, Master." So it was just another alcohol nightmare.
"It's fine. You better hurry; work's starting soon. I'll be leaving now. Thank you for the breakfast." Standing up to clean the table before leaving.
"I-I'll do it, Master. Leave the dishes to me." Allen quickly snatched the plates from Charls' hands
"Okay then" Charls nodded "Again, thank you." He left Allen's office to begin his daily tasks
A week passed.
Nothing particularly important happened.
Except for one thing.
Bary informed Allen that he had officially passed Level One, a reward for helping Charls complete the company's most important project contract of the year.
Bary: 'Master said prepare yourself; we are leaving in an hour.'
Allen: 'Okay.'
Not even knowing where they were going, Allen picked a suit from the walk-in closet, took a quick bath, dressed up, and prepared the things he might need.
Another message arrived.
"When you're ready, come down to the parking lot."
Allen replied: "Okay. I'm done. Going down now."
Arriving at the parking lot, he was greeted by Bary's back.
"Hey."
"Yeah, a reminder, we don't want Master to wait, so we should be 15 minutes early."
"Yes, I deduced that much. So where are we going?" Realizing maybe he should have worn a different suit, Allen asked, "Is the suit I wore appropriate? I mean—"
"It's okay. You wore the right suit, don't worry."
"By the way, do you like gray?" Bary asked out of nowhere.
"Why? Why do you ask?"
"Because in every suit you wear, there's a little bit of gray accent, or you wear gray suits with different patterns. I'm just curious."
"I don't particularly like it, but gray is a convenient color for me."
"Have you been to his office, Allen?" Charls spoke.
"Oh, Master, hi. I haven't, why?"
"His office screams that he likes gray. Almost everything in there is gray," Charls teased.
"Master, you've got the wrong idea," Bary tried to defend.
"Yeah, yeah, I understand that you like gray. It's already part of you; no need to be shy."
"Yeah, spoken by the person who loves black."
Allen just listened to them argue about colors, even while on the road.
"You always choose blah blah blah," Bary spoke continuously.
"I like black too." Bary and Charls stopped talking. "Oh, just sharing, heeeh."
"Allen, you should go take a look at Bary's office sometime."
"Master, that is MY OFFICE! How can you invite someone to MY office?… Yeah, Allen… you should check Master's office too."
"Hey." Charles glared at Bary
"Fair and square, Master."
Allen couldn't say anything but laugh… laughing at their not-so-annoying argument.