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You keep yourself from slapping a big fat smile on your face. “Well, my favorite Touhou is Tewi, no contest. Sorry, Momiji, but even you are second best.”
Scrunching up her nose, Momiji narrows her eyes. “Tewi? Are you serious?”
“I'm serious,” you reply, fully committing to your little lie.
“Huh.” The wolf tengu frowns. Then, wheeling your chair away, Momiji kicks you off the computer
“What now?” you say, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Just a moment.” She opens up the tab for the Touhou wiki and searches up 'Tewi' immediately after. The page loads – its full length is little under a full page. “WHAAAT,” she shouts, “WHY WOULD YOU LIKE HER? SHE HAS ABOUT AS MUCH CHARACTERIZATION AS I DO!”
“Well, yeah, but–”
“As much as me! And I don't even have a portrait and– wait just a second.” Momiji returns her attention to the wiki page. She scrolls back up to the top of the page. Moments after, she reels back and pulls at her ears in frustration. “SHE HAS A PORTRAAAAAAAIT!”
“A shame.” You wheel the chair forward again and pat Momiji on the back. “Too bad for you, huh?”
“...It's official. She has more background than I do.” Momiji buries her face in her hands. Her anger withers into dejection. “This is lame. Even a rabbit of all people gets more attention to detail than me.”
“To be fair, Tewi isn't just any rabbit,” you point out. “She has about a thousand year's worth of experience under her belt.”
Momiji keeps sulking. “And how is that supposed to make me feel better?”
“It's not supposed to. I'm just telling you the truth, man.” While Momiji is busy glaring at the computer, you eye the clock. It's about time to get ready to work. Unfortunately, you still have work today. “Anyway. I'm going to go take a shower while I still can. Expect to leave for work right after I'm done.”
“Go ahead. You still smell like alcohol.” Momiji huffs. She's pouting. She's definitely pouting. “I'll just be here, wallowing in my misery.”
“Good luck with that, then.” You are, for the most part, still recovering from your hangover. Your head is still a little groggy, but whatever. You have worked through much worse. Hitting the showers might clear your head anyway. You get your change of clothes and, once you're in the bathroom, you throw off everything that you're wearing. More of a precaution than anything else, you lock the door before stepping into the warm water. A sigh of relief escapes you. If only you could stay in the shower forever. You allow yourself ten minutes before you clean up and shut off the faucet. You dry, clothe yourself, and then step out of the bathroom.
When you return to your room, Momiji swivels her chair to face you with the cheekiest little grin slapped on her face. “Heya Gally.”
You flatten your gaze at her. “What's wrong with you now?”
“Heheh,” she chuckles. “IRC gave me all the logs. Guess you're gonna have to go to work with your favorite Touhou!”
Your headache's coming back. “You're very quickly deranking, Momiji. Now you're two spots below Tewi.”
Momiji hurries over to usher you out the door. “Okay, whatever you say~”
You managed to wake up early today but, somehow, you're still just barely on time. Lily's the first of the girls to arrive – and she looks exceptionally well-rested. By that, you mean that she looks like she's ready to bother you for the entire day.
“Not today, Lily,” you half-mumble, massaging your forehead
“Huh?” Your employee is understandably confused. You didn't really mean to say that out loud, but it just slipped out. “Um, what did I do?”
“It's nothing important. I'll let you know when the rest of our staff gets here.” You impatiently smooth out your shirt as you wait. Rylee and Cassie arrive a minute later; both look like they have something to say. However, you stop the two and speak up first. “I'm a little under the weather today, but I'm going to do the monthly report. That means I don't want anybody bothering me in the office unless a fucking tornado is about to wreck the city. That is all. Expect me to be done by noon. You can bother me afterward.”
Rylee, Cassie, and Lily all do their classic vacant-stare-and-head-nodding routine.
Momiji, on the other hand, shrugs. “Sounds like you need a drink.”
You ignore her. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you unlock the bar with your free hand. You let your employees loose and head straight to the back office. Reclining back on the seat, you stare at the blank report numbly until the words all dissolve into one huge blur. Doing work after a hangover sucks. Wow, you never would have guessed. You'll start with the easy stuff first: profit and loss. You look over total expenses as well as the gross profit. The bar's not making money. Another big fucking surprise there.
It takes you way past noon to finally get all the details in. You file the report into the owner's cabinet – you can only pray that he gets here before payments are due. Finally, you're free. You commemorate this joyous occasion by resting your head flat on the cool, hard wood of the table.
A knock interrupts your celebration. It's Rylee behind the door. She looks like she has something to say. Something really stupid, from the look of her smirk. Rylee lets herself in, keeping that huge smirk of hers on the entire time.
You prop your head up by resting it on your hand. “Why are you here?”
“It's lunch break,” she replies.
“I know. Why are you here?”
Rylee looks like she's about to burst out laughing. “Is it true that some gay dude tried to make out with you in a bar?”
You glare at your employee. Fucking hell. “Where'd you hear that from?”
“A friend of mine – Claire's her name – went out for a drink. Apparently, the two of you met?” Rylee shrugs. “Then I guess some guy just smashed his lips onto yours.”
“I guess that's how it went, sure.” You frown at her. It doesn't seem like she or Claire know that the gay dude in mention was Momiji. “I'm just the victim of all this.”
“Well, that's just unfortunate.” Rylee lets out a low chuckle. “Rumors going around the place that you actually are gay.”
“Let them think what they want. I couldn't give less of a fuck,” you say, shrugging. “Anything else you want to bother me about or can I kick you out already?”
“Well, actually...” Rylee trails off. “I do.”
You raise an eyebrow. A bit off-putting to have Rylee act like this. “Alright. Tell me.”
“Yeah, uh.” Your employee dips her head “Could I get an advance on my pay?”
“Can't it wait a couple more days?” you plead. She slowly shakes her head no. Well then. “I'd like to ask my boss about it, but... well, he's not here.”
You're not too keen about breaking the rules, but it's not like she's asking for shits and giggles. If Rylee wants the money enough to ask for it, then she probably needs it.
[ ] Give her an early paycheck. She can make up for it later.
[ ] Give everyone an early paycheck. It's only fair.
[ ] Don't give her an early paycheck. Rules are rules. Something this important should be left up to the real boss.