Pantless!Denny
for caitn. Request #2 = 200 words. Lots of Alan again somehow. I hope it still managed to make the point.
Pantless!Denny
In the kitchenette Denny stood telling tales over frozen dairy treats. Although it was he who wore the snazzy striped boxers, it was Alan who got hauled into the office.
"We count on you to prevent these problems," Shirley said.
"What problems?" Alan asked. He tugged his own shirt open further. With the 100+ degree heat, businesses were on power restriction. Air conditioning had taken the biggest hit.
"He's pantless again," Carl said.
"Leaving him less problems than most of us." Alan nodded to the steady drip down Carl's neck.
"He cannot continue to parade around the office in under shorts."
"They're shorts," Alan reiterated. "You yourself relaxed the dress code for the interim--not that, as senior partner, he should care. Most of the staff and half of the associates are wearing shorts that cover less, so unless you have a concern other than clothing labels, my Creamsicle awaits."
Carl looked to Shirley.
"The fly could present certain…risks," she said.
"It buttons. Three of them, all secured. I checked myself. Fingers and teeth." Alan bared pearly whites.
"Do you think he was joking about the teeth?" Carl asked when Alan had left.
Shirley shrugged and readjusted her desk fan.
Pantless!Denny
In the kitchenette Denny stood telling tales over frozen dairy treats. Although it was he who wore the snazzy striped boxers, it was Alan who got hauled into the office.
"We count on you to prevent these problems," Shirley said.
"What problems?" Alan asked. He tugged his own shirt open further. With the 100+ degree heat, businesses were on power restriction. Air conditioning had taken the biggest hit.
"He's pantless again," Carl said.
"Leaving him less problems than most of us." Alan nodded to the steady drip down Carl's neck.
"He cannot continue to parade around the office in under shorts."
"They're shorts," Alan reiterated. "You yourself relaxed the dress code for the interim--not that, as senior partner, he should care. Most of the staff and half of the associates are wearing shorts that cover less, so unless you have a concern other than clothing labels, my Creamsicle awaits."
Carl looked to Shirley.
"The fly could present certain…risks," she said.
"It buttons. Three of them, all secured. I checked myself. Fingers and teeth." Alan bared pearly whites.
"Do you think he was joking about the teeth?" Carl asked when Alan had left.
Shirley shrugged and readjusted her desk fan.