xp_logs | Warren and Bobbi -- Here comes another hangover... (backdated)

Where Bobbi and Warren have yet another hangover conversation where Bobbi is not feeling too good, and Warren is feeling too good. Backdated to March 2, 2016.

Warren had to admit -- she was good. If he hadn't known about the drunk texts the night before, it would be easy to think that Bobbi had a little bit of the stomach flu, instead of a raging hangover. Since she hadn't mentioned it though (and in all fairness, she was doing her job just fine), he thought it only fair that he also play dumb....at least, until it suited him. For now, he'd just annoy her. He enjoyed that.

"Bobbi," he said casually, "I notice you've only eaten crackers today, and some water. I feel like there's something you're not telling me." He waggled an eyebrow, barely hiding a smirk. "Do you have something you need to share with the class? Because, I'll have you know, there is no shame in being a single mother. They need love the most."

"Hngh," was all she could mutter in response without taking time to gather her wits. Bobbi winced and moved ever so slightly in the chair in which she was sitting, trying to look like she was perfectly fine but failing. "Dunno what you mean, I'm just not hungry, that's all. Nothin' wrong with that, right?" Her voice was quiet because even speaking too loud herself would cause her head to throb.

"Of course not," he replied, his voice a little more booming than usual. "Just remember: this too shall pass and at the end, you'll think this is all worth it. Let me know if you're registered anywhere. I think a diamond encrusted soother would be very chic."

"Wait a minute," she started. "You don't think I'm..." Bobbi's self-induced sickness had her far slower on the uptake than usual but she was catching up now. "Hah, yeah, that's it alright." She started to chuckle then stopped abruptly because ow. "I don't need a soother, you need a soother." Her wit was apparently impaired as well.

"If I'm ever in a situation where sucking is required, I'd hope a more appropriate option would be found," Warren said, chuckling to himself. He loved sexual innuendos. "So what was the occasion? I'm only slightly hurt that I wasn't invited. Did you manage to get home safely, or did you crash in town?"

"It was -" started Bobbi before turning the volume of her own voice down slightly, "it was a spur of the moment kind of thing, you know?" She'd had no intention of drinking period, let alone drinking as much as she had. "I got home ok, took a cab and kinda maybe slept on the couch." With her clothes on, as she basically crashed as soon as she sat down, whoops. Bobbi stretches and rubbed her neck, which was a bit sore from sleeping so awkwardly. "How was your night?"

Although Warren wanted to give a flippant answer, and let Bobbi think he was out doing the same thing, he shrugged instead. "April 1st is looming, and if I don't get all my departments in line, finances will be a mess and I don't feel like dealing with it afterwards. So, my thrilling night consisted of texting you for boobs, while signing off forced growth proposals." He grinned. "The life of a VP. Mind you," he added, his grin widening. "I'm planning on taking off to Ibiza or the Maldives afterwards, because this responsibility thing makes me feel dirty. I need copious amounts of drugs and irresponsibility to get this horrible adult feeling off of me." A pause. "Or, I'll sit in my penthouse, and drink and refuse to shave. Either or, really. Accomplishes the same goals."

"Hey, a break is a break. I won't judge," she said with a nod. Certainly going somewhere warm was far more appealing in her opinion but being at home and not working would meet the same goal at any rate. Bobbi couldn't really comment on the no shaving part. "Get lots of rest either way, which sounds amazing." She would seriously kill for a nap right about now, and she groaned a little when she looked at the clock and saw how much time was left in the day.

"You know," Warren said, noticing her pained look at the clock. "We could forward the phone to the penthouse, you could nap and I could make us dinner. I bet you didn't know that I'm an amazing cook." He grinned, waggling his eyebrows. "My desserts will make you want to take your clothes off and jump into my arms."

She started to laugh before wincing once again. "I don't think I could eat all that much right now, but a nap sounds amazing." Really Bobbi just needed to be somewhere dark and quiet for the rest of the day. Food would probably be nice later but for now rest was all she wanted. "You're not just pulling my leg, are you?"

"I never joke about things that get me laid," he quipped, standing up. Reaching out a hand, he gave her his most charming smile. "Come on. You're no good to anyone, and I get scared working by myself. Up we go, and you can sleep and enjoy 1500 threadcount egyptian cotton sheets, and I get to cook instead of being a responsible adult. We both win, don't you think?"

"Could get you laid," she clarified, before adding, "but not in this case. Just so we're clear." Those were certainly things that could have that outcome for certain persons but not in this situation. Bobbi fretted for half a second over just what kind of situation was this then, but her hungover self won out and quieted her for now. She put her hand in his, slowly getting to her feet. "Wait, do they even make sheets with that high of a thread count? Is that even possible?"

Ignoring her comment about not getting laid (he wasn't really surprised anyways), he helped her right herself on her feet before letting go of her hand to turn off the laptops. "Not only is it possible," he replied, "but there's also gold woven directly into the sheets....wait, no, I'm talking about my penthouse. Charlotte Thomas sheets, 22 carat gold directly woven into the merino wool fabric. The loft has paltry Egyptian cotton." How could he mix those two up? "Nonetheless, I am sure you will have the greatest sleep in the world."

"I do enjoy roughing it, it's true," Bobbi said with a chuckle. "Egyptian cotton will have to do for now I suppose. Though now I really want to see those gold sheets because damn, are you for real?" She still wasn't sure whether he was actually kidding her or not but knowing Warren it was probably true. "But regardless, hey, thanks. Really." He didn't have to do this for her but he was, for which she was very grateful indeed.

"Anytime. Just make sure you coordinate with Sue," he said as an after thought. "She tends to sneak into the penthouse on a regular basis and sleeps there. I don't blame her, considering her place is still a mess and mine is amazing." Ushering her out, he looked over the place once more, and turned the lights off. Adrienne didn't need to know they were taking the day off. After all -- he was the cool boss anyways.