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[drake_on_call]

Who: Drake & Christoph
What: a little conversation
Where: Christoph's office
When: This afternoonish
Why: Cause Drake's a sad puppy :(

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[metzebd]

Being buried under mountains of paperwork ever since Lance had been hospitalized, Christoph had worked through lunch and hadn't come out of his office since the bathroom break he took a couple hours ago. Now he knew how much work it was to be head of department, the workload was frankly a bit overwhelming.

He was in the middle of a puzzling piece of evidence when he heard Drake's voice coming from the doorway, looking up he could see that at least Drake wasn't as depressed as he was a couple days ago, which he took as a good sign. "Yah, come on in. I'm just finishing somethings." Christoph gestured to the chair in front of his desk. "How're you doing now?"

[metzebd]

"I think John will be happy to know how far you've progressed since signing with the company and how your music's going." Christoph put down the water bottle, capping it again, "Gross beer? German beer is never gross, it's only 'gross' to those who can't appreciate its fine flavor. But really, there's no need to thank me for Saturday. I'm just thankful no one's arrested me for giving alcohol to someone who's not yet twenty-one." He leaned back in his chair, stretching, "You met a guy? And after I left? Weren't you asleep by then?"

[drake_on_call]

"I woke up when they got home at around 10:30 and they said I needed to get out and have some fun, so I went and they bought me drinks, *way* too many drinks. Probably why I went home with this guy I met."

[metzebd]

"More drinks? I'm surprised you're not dying from alcohol poisoning already," Christoph frowned, a bit disapprovingly, "And you went home with this guy? Did you even know him or was he just a complete stranger?" He paused, not sure if he wanted to know the answer to his next question, "Did you guys do things you regretted the next day?" He hoped the answer would be no and he knew he was asking a lot of questions that he probably had no business in, but this kind of behavior was worrying and Drake could potentially get hurt...again.

[drake_on_call]

"I never even found out his last name. Isn't that terrible? He was actually really nice though. We didn't actually have sex or anything. He didn't wanna take advantage of me," he snorted. "And, you know, I didn't wanna do something I'd have to--well, you know, I thought Forrest and I might still get back together, which I'm kind of doubting now...I told him to call me if he wanted and he said sure, but it was just a 'sure' sure, not an 'absolutely' sure, but not a 'yeah, whatever' sure either."

[metzebd]

"Good for him, and you too. This guy actually does sound nice; a gentleman not to take advantage of you even though you were probably drunk beyond belief by then. You really should have been more careful." Christoph said more worried than angry, "So you've talked to Forrest then? After what happened?"

[drake_on_call]

"I know, that wasn't my finest moment. I did ask him if he was a serial killer before we got in his car...you know, cause serial killers always let you know if you just ask," he said, rolling his eyes. "Forrest? No. But he doesn't seem to be missing me very much. I mean, he went to fucking Disneyland."

[metzebd]

"Just be more careful next time, alright? Don't want to see a picture of your dead and grisly body on the front page the next morning as I'm commuting to work." Christoph joked, "Oh, right. Disneyland. I've heard, with Cat." He grimaced a bit, "I'm sorry."

[drake_on_call]

"I have to admit, that stung a little. Well, it stung a lot, but....it's not gonna do me any good to sit around and cry about it. Sometimes, you just have to suck it up, you know?"

[metzebd]

He knew, from personal experience, no less. "Yah, I know. Got to keep on moving along because the world doesn't stop for you." He nodded, "And of course, you have your music to bury yourself in. Have more time to write lyrics and melodies to drive the fans crazy."

[drake_on_call]

"Ooh, speaking of which," he said, glancing at his watch. "I should seriously get back," he stood up. "Tell Lance I said hi and did he get my card, okay?"

[metzebd]

Christoph stood up as well, "Ah okay, back you go then. But if you're ever taking a break, feel free to drop by, okay? Door's always open. And I will, I think he's probably already received your card somewhere in the pile he has by his bedside."

[drake_on_call]

"I will. Umm, I'll stop by this week and bring you that gross beer."

[metzebd]

"I'll hold you to that, and if I don't see you I'll go knock on the recording room to see if you've died there or something."