If there was ever a time when things at Hombre seemed at peace, it was Christmastime. Everyone seemed in a cheery mood, even Stevie, and rarely fought. Plus it meant the yearly Christmas party held the week before Christmas. This meant drinking all night, shit gifts, and usually finding out that someone has kissed someone else.

They randomly ( Read more... )

It’s the same time, different place. It’s some rented out place Stevie found, hidden away and all those there tipped nicely to not speak of the things that will go on. Beer flows, and there’s cigarette smoke floating above their heads.

Harry sits, a beer in his hand, the fourth, fifth, it doesn’t matter. He’s not counting tonight. He watches ( Read more... )

Riise knocked on Stevie’s door, before opening it slowly. He never was sure if Stevie liked him or not and he wasn’t going to risk pissing him off.

“Hey Stevie. I just. I know someone that Daniel could interview.”

Stevie waved him in and gestured for him to sit down. He cleared his desk a bit, pulling out his PDA.

“All right Riise. He ( Read more... )

Everything was promptly in and ready to hit the printing machines by 5 o’clock. It was well, rare. Most times Stevie was stalking about, yelling at anyone and everyone. Either this issue was going to be shit or people finally wised up.

It did mean that Stevie could leave. He sent everyone home, no one complaining about being let out early. ( Read more... )

Harry left the intern’s apartment, making sure that he knew this was a one off. He wasn’t looking for a relationship, he just wanted sex. It was simple enough.

He didn’t particularly feel like going home, sitting by himself watching shit t.v. shows. He figured Iker’s was the next best place, hopefully finding one or two people to chat with.

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A young man entered into their building. He stepped into what he assumed was reception, messing nervously with the lapels of his jacket. Xabi looked up, eyeing the stranger.

“May I help you?”

“Um. I’m Fernando Gago. I’m here for an interview.”

Xabi nodded, picking up the phone.

“I’ll let our boss know.”

*

The phone rang, ( Read more... )

Stevie woke at his usual time, disentangling himself from Fernando’s grip. He showered, dressed, and grabbed breakfast along the way. Fernando wouldn’t be in till later, something Xabi would bitch about. Not that he’d listen.

He didn’t see Xabi when he arrived, breathing a sigh of relief. Xabi would already have a detailed itinerary from him ( ( Read more... )