Young Writers Society

Kazimir laughed lightly and flicked his shirt back up his back, effectively sliding his arms back fully into the sleeves.

“What’s your name, punk tattoo guy?” Kazimir asked.

"Puck," Puck offered. "Puck Ward. What about you two?"

"Skull," the janitor offered. There was something about the look on his face that reminded Puck of someone, but he couldn't put his finger on who. Someone who he hated, Puck knew, but just couldn't put a name to the face.

"Just Skull?" Puck said.

Skull just smirked.

Yeah, that definitely reminded him of someone alright.

“Wait a second,” Kazimir said, pointing to Puck. “You’re the other intern. There’s four of us. Hadn’t met you yet. I’m Kaz. I was just talking with the others saying we should all get together after work. You free?”

Puck thought it over. He had been hoping to go home and cuddle with Arthur, but Arthur admittedly wouldn't be free right away. And it never hurt to make more friends.

"Sure," he said. "Where are we meeting up?"

He looked over at Skull, who had an unreadable expression on his face as he went back to mopping the floor.

"And is he coming too?" Puck asked.

"I'm not an intern," Skull said.

"So?" Puck asked. "You're close enough for him to be showing off his chest."

"We just met," Skull replied. He didn't explain the shirtless bit.

Kazimir looked at Skull.

“You should come too,” he said. “I‘ll pick a place and text you guys before work’s over. Here…”

He pulled out his phone, opened up his contacts app, and handed it to Skull first.

“Put your info in.”

Skull stared at the phone for a moment.

He wordlessly put his contact info in before holding the phone back out to Kaz.

"Pass it to me," Puck said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his own phone. Waving it, he added, "We'll swap."

Skull traded Kaz's phone for Puck's and put his contact info in it. While he did that, Puck put his contact info into Kaz's.

"Here you go," Puck said, handing Kaz's phone back. He leaned behind Kaz and snatched his own phone from Skull's hands, then shot Skull a text saying it was him.

Kazimir, now with his phone returned to him, also texted Skull and Puck in a group text really quick, with the message:

Kazimir Petrov, aka they guy who can't read aka the guy who took the big shit 💩 aka the guy who has snake tats 🐍

"Well," Kazimir said, gesturing to Skull and Puck, one with each hand. "I think we've all gotten to know each other well enough. I should go before my supervisor thinks I'm not actually using the bathroom."

Aeron wasn't addicted to his phone. He wasn't. However. It was still hard to have to be polite and socialize for so many hours straight without checking his messages. He decided to run to the bathroom to give himself an excuse to get caught up on his messages.

He was texting like a madman as he walked, thumbs tapping away furiously as he tried to be speedy, not watching where he was going. He pushed the door open with his shoulder as he sent his text, then stopped, blinking as he saw the cluster of men just... hanging out? in the bathroom?

"...Hey?" He furrowed his brow, looking around at the group. His gaze landed on Kaz. "... Why is your shirt un--? Bruhhh! Sick tat!" He took a step further in, feeling like he'd joined some exclusive saw-Kaz's-snake-pec-tats club as he let the door shut behind him.

Kazimir's eyes lit up when he saw Aeron.

"Ayyy! Spaghetti man! Thanks. I was just telling these guys--" he started to say, then remembered Aeron and Puck hadn't met yet, at least to his knowledge. "Oh hey, this is Puck, the other intern. And this is Skull, the janitor. He's cool."

“Oh, hey.” Aeron offered a little wave and smile. “Nice to meet you both. I’m Aeron.”

"Does no one read the sign?" Skull asked, but he didn't really seem to be all that upset by yet another person entering the bathroom while it was in the middle of being cleaned.

Puck gave a smile.

"It's nice to meet you, too," he said.

Aeron glanced around cluelessly. “What sign?” He spotted the one by the sink explaining how to wash your hands and pointed at it with a question on his face. “I’ve already read that one. Twinkle twinkle little star. Got it.”

Kazimir started buttoning up his shirt.

"Hey, Aeron," he said. "We're all gonna meet up after work. Are you game to join?"

Aeron grinned. “For sure! When and where?”

"I'll text you," Kazimir said, speedily buttoning up until only the top three buttons were left undone.

It was on purpose, obviously. He felt so stuffy in this stupid button-up. He hoped he wasn't expected to dress like this all the time. He really only did it for the first day but now that he knew what his job entailed - it wasn't like anyone was going to see him behind a desk all day, and if Judy threw a fit he'd just... he didn't know. Get her a donut or something to appease her.

Spinning around, he waved to the others and headed for the door.

"Sorry for shitting in your clean toilet Skully," he said, and then the door swung shut behind him.