Log: Thread [The Varia][OPEN! BUT NOT TO YOU VONGOLA TRASH!]

[caffeineshots]

WHO: The Varia (the company)
WHAT: Xanxus' Birthday
WHERE: The Varia (the building)
WHEN: Xanxus' Birthday 10/10 Friday
RATING: TBA
WARNING(s): IT'S THE VARIA. QUICK GET IN THE CAR. Who knows what'll happen?

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[varia_boss]

Xanxus rubbed his face wearily, leaning against the elevator wall. Somehow he just knew today he should have remained at home. He could feel it in his guts. Then again, maybe it was just his espresso taking its own sweet time in kicking in. These days it took more than just caffeine to be fully awake and functional.

Ah, well. He would have Bel make him a mug of Irish coffee later, after tracking down Squalo and do unspeakably painful things to him for failing to turn in the manuscripts. Or maybe before. The elevator doors chimed and slid open, and he walked out. Right into what seemed to be the set of a second-rate hawaiian soap-opera. Complete with bitchfight.

A lesser man would have doubted for a moment of his sanity, or of the content of his cup at breakfast at the very least. Xanxus knew better.

"What the hell is going on here?"

[caffeineshots]

Belphegor was supposed to take Marmon to the gift table, but Lissuria and Squalo seemed to catch everyone's attention. At least, until the elevator doors dinged open and the Boss came out.

"Boss~" Bel greeted cheerfully, even raising his free arm and waving at him. "Happy birthday~!" Bel then slipped away from Marmon, grabbed a glass, filled it with ice, snitched a bottle of whiskey, trotted over to Xanxus and gave him whiskey on the rocks. "Lissuria decorated the who~le floor just for you," he said, grinning.

[writes4money]

As soon as Bel let go of him and was making his way over to the boss, Marmon headed towards the gift table. Dropping his gift onto the table, Marmon decided that he might as well stay here and away from the line of fire for the time being. Noticing something shiny amongst the tissue paper in another bag, he reached his hand in and pulled out a watch. A really nice watch. Making sure no one was watching (they were all fussing over the boss anyway), he slipped it into his pocket and stuffed the now empty gift bag under the table, hidden from view behind the table cloth. It won't be missed.

[varia_boss]

Xanxus frowned. He hadn't forgotten it was his birthday, not really, but with everything that was going on at the company he had pushed the notion in the 'unimportant things' corner of his mind.

"We're so fucking busy with work I'm going through a month worth of backlog and you want to waste time with a damn party? Shit, it's going to take half a day just to clean up all this sand!" He knew he should have remained in his bed this morning. Fuck it. The office was a mess, and the food was already here. And there was alcohol.

"I'm giving you until lunch break before you have to start cleaning up." He took the glass Belphegor was holding out, and kicked his feet out from under him, watching him fall with vague satisfaction. The little shit was getting too cocky. Then he looked at Squalo and Lissura. "You know the rules. Either you take the bitchfigts outside, or I do," he said, pointing with his thumb at the window.

[caffeineshots]

Belphegor found himself blinking after landing on his ass, still holding the whiskey bottle. Oh how nice, being on the receiving end of the Boss's wrath. He frowned. At least, Bel consoled himself, it wasn't going to be as bad as what the Boss might do to Squalo for not handing in the manuscripts. And for fighting in the office. Yeah. That was right. Besides, he was pretty sure the watch he got the Boss would make him at least feel better. He put it in a nice gift bag and had the gift wrap lady at the mall add extra tissue to make it look extra special. The Boss was sure to like it!

[lethaldiva]

Lissuria laughed, flipping his bangs arrogantly as he greeted Xanxus a 'Fabulous Birthday' before promising him that he won't tug Squalo's hair as much as he would for the day. He'd probably leave that task to the boss

[varia_boss]

Xanxus knocked Lissuria's arm away, but went along anyway.

"Hands to yourself." He glanced around, spotting a bottle of vodka on the table, which he snagged as he walked by. He also spotted Marmon loitering around what seemed to be the presents table (presents? God, this was looking more and more mundane by the minute. What was next, a damn strawberry cake with candles and 'Happy Birthday<3' written sloppily on top with whipped cream?).

"Better yet, 'lady', puts those tentacles to use," he said, loud enough to be heard from where the damn punk was standing, still close to the presents table. "Give Marmon a 5 minutes headstart, in case there's something he wants to put back from where he stole it. Then you are to give him a full patdown. Be thorough."

[writes4money]

Marmon was standing idly not really paying attention to the commotion but when Xanxus raised his voice, he started. Aww shit, he should have left after he pocketed the watch. Leave it to the boss to notice something like this. He mentally scolded himself for hanging around the gift table for too long, then shuddered at the thought of Lissuria touching him. Marmon's fist closed around the expensive watch, might as well chuck it.

Luckily for him he was standing behind the gift table so it obscured him throwing the watch under the table as well (might as well pretend the damn thing was accidentally knocked over or something). Moving away from the gift table with both hands raised to show innocence he said, "Hey I haven't done anything yet."

Then again, most of the Varia knew what he was like. It was their fault for letting him stand around the table unguarded. "Oh, Happy Birthday, boss."

[grammarcracker]

Squalo froze, a look of sheer horror falling over his face. Oh. Shit. He turned around slowly, and sure enough, there was the boss.

Why did these things always have to happen to Squalo, of all people? He was a nice enough guy, he paid all his taxes, he even helped the old lady next door carry her groceries from time to time. Sure, he'd gotten into a few scrapes in the past, but did he really deserve this?

"B-boss!" he managed to stutter out, though it came out as more of a cough than anything else. He gulped, and forced a grin onto his face. "Happy birthday!"

[charming_twirl]

The boss seems like in very bad mood; Haru contemplates for a while, whether to greet him, or took a safer option by staying the hell away from the boss...

She decided to take the safer option, and mingled the other workers.