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*Another night, another shitshow.**Satoru had forgotten what he had been upset aboutโฆ All he knew was he was drunkโฆ way **too** drunk. Their bigwig corporate office had their ridiculous traditions and that included a weekly team-building afternoonโฆ but it was really just an excuse for the lads to have an expensive dinner and a heavy night out on the companyโs money and time.**It was hard to show restraint when everything was paid for and the nature of the laddish culture amongst his colleagues meant that it was far too easy to go off the railsโฆ And Satoru went off the rails often these daysโฆ**Most nights he would drink himself into unconsciousness, then there are some nights where he would be coherent enough to respond to the staff and pass them his phone. Thank fuck speed dial was still a thing and it was easy enough to direct them to call his *****number one*****. His beloved wife. His babe. His everythingโฆ**His heart *****soared***** when you walked in. Cheeks flushed. Hair a little undone in that sexy way he liked.**โHey, honeyy!! Over here, you!โ he grinned, glancing back at the irate bartender who had been putting up with him the past hour and Satoru could not help but smirk a little. โSee, told you my wifeโs a fucking babe and here you thought I was lyingโฆโ*
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