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“Yocchan, remember the policy,” Riko said in a slightly intimidating tone.
“The one where I must mask my true identity as the fallen angel Yohane to these mortals, simply because they insist I must follow their guidelines, even though I am superior to them in all aspects? Yes, I understand that policy clearly,” Yoshiko said, wearing a proper business suit for a party that went past midnight between coworkers at the place where she worked. Her workplace was a relatively bleak building; it looked like shining silver, but the lack of variety and monotony of the outside of the building didn’t help its aesthetics much.
The suit was mostly black, though the sleeves were white. It was very formal attire for the occasion, though Yoshiko didn’t mind it much; she trusted her girlfriend’s fashion sense, though she slightly questioned this decision. Her shoes were pristine; they could shine through the gravity of a black hole. Instead of a bun in her hair, her hair was completely straight down, without any modifications, even to its color.
“No, not that policy, Yocchan; the one where you can’t do anything stupid with anyone else,” Riko said, clearly emphasizing the word “stupid.”
A shadow crawled up Yoshiko’s face; it was understandable, though, since Riko could sometimes be extremely frightening. “Of course, little demon Riri; the fallen angel Yohane would never stoop so low as to abandon someone who has loyally followed her through her conquest to rule this mortal dominion.”
“That’s good, Yocchan; now then, have a good time and hopefully, get promoted.” Yoshiko stepped out of the car, kissing her girlfriend on the cheek before slightly adjusting her suit and walking inside the building. Riko drove away once the door opened, and she could no longer hear the clack of Yoshiko’s shoes on the heavy pavement.
When Yoshiko entered the building, she was greeted by something she thought she would never see in her lifetime, least of all in her workplace. There were only dim red lights to keep the place lit, and it looked like there was a shit ton of alcohol.
“Hey there, Yoshiko-chan!” Yoshiko turned her head around.
“Oh, I didn’t expect to see you here, AiAi!” Yoshiko wholeheartedly replied, greeting her work best friend. Aina, or as Yoshiko liked to call her, AiAi, was Yoshiko’s coworker; she was around four years her senior. She worked in the same department as Yoshiko, and they often collaborated on projects together. Due to the amount of time they spent together at work, they became good friends very fast; they would sit together for lunch and dinner. Recently, they had started to go out for karaoke together on Friday nights; Aina loved singing “only my railgun.” During work, Aina was much more formal than Yoshiko, though that was practically a given due to Yoshiko’s habit of descending into ramblings about “fallen angels” and “heaven’s armies.” By many measures, she was a model employee. Every morning, when she showed up for work, she was never a single millisecond late; the higher members of the companies could only recall two occasions where she had been tardy, and both of those occasions had good justifications: one was when her father has passed away, and the other was because the bus driver got into a crash. She work uniform would be in top condition; there was never a splotch or spot to complain about. Her hair was always black and straight, washed the previous night. Additionally, she rarely used the bathroom; surprisingly, she had never gotten a call from Jeff Bezos asking her if she could train employees at Amazon.
When discipline wasn’t required, however, all rules were thrown out the window. Yoshiko knew this very well; once, when going to her house to retrieve a hard drive, she opened the door in her pajamas. This was one of those occasions. While it may have been unwise to dress entirely informally to a work party, Aina didn’t care; she wore casual clothes that she would’ve worn to a karaoke night with Yoshiko were it not for the fact that they went to karaoke right after work without a chance to change clothes. Her white sneakers were unpolished; they seemed half-brown, doing a better job of color integration than the United States of America in the 1950s. Her clothes were out of place, with her natural symmetry disrupted by the skewed positioning of her sweater, which wasn’t very formal either, even for the standards of a sweater; she had bought it in a shop that sold clothes with English words on them, not knowing that she had purchased one that read “Fuck noodles.” Her hair was also ruffled; it seemed that a group of raccoons had gone through it, thinking that it was a dumpster that held precious food.
It seemed that Yoshiko was late to the party since her coworker seemed slightly tipsy; in fact, she reeked of alcohol. That girl’s only been here for what, less than an hour? And she’s already this drunk? Yoshiko to herself, lifting one of her hands to her forehead. As Aina stumbled towards her, a feeling of concern grew inside her head. I should probably call someone, maybe Riko. “AiAi? Are you alright? You seem drunk; I’ll call Riri over and have her drive you home.”
Aina’s face perked up, turning into a slightly confused expression. “I’m complete fine, Yoshiko-chan, I don’t need that girl to pick me up,” she said.
Yoshiko noticed that when Aina said “that girl,” her face soured; she decided not to pay attention to that, citing it to the girl’s heavy alcohol consumption. “Seriously, AiAi, I don’t know what happened here, but you’re a lot more drunk than usual; I’ll call Riri to pick up, it’s unsafe to stay here, who knows what could happen.”
Resting in their mutual residence, Riko mentally facepalmed. How could she have forgotten that? Yocchan can sometimes be so stupid, she thought, remembering that Yoshiko forgot to take her medication; since the party would last a long time, she would have to deliver it to Yoshiko on site, meaning that she would have to make another trip to the party once again. She made a mental note to scold Yoshiko when she got to the party, though she would end up having a shouting match with someone else for an offense much worse than the one just thought of. She grabbed the medication and water bottle off the counter and rushed for the car, hurriedly driving to the workplace where the party was being held.
When she went inside the building after stating she was here for Tsushima Yoshiko, she immediately began scanning the scene. “Yocchan!” she shouted, hoping to catch her girlfriend’s attention.
“Riri! Help!” Yoshiko shouted as a reply, clearly in distress.
“Yocchan!” Riko shouted again, pinpointing the source of her girlfriend’s voice. When she reached Yoshiko’s location, she shouted, “Yocchan!”
“Help!” Yoshiko shouted, looking like she was about to push a coworker off of her; Riko’s facial expression turned into one of disgust.
“Yocchan! What’s going on!”
Instead of answering her, Yoshiko turned her attention to the tipsy girl in front of her. “AiAi, Riri’s here; you’re severely drunk, you should let drive you home, where you can rest for the night.”
“But I don’t want to go with her, I want to go home with you and then we can stay at my place together,” Aina said.
“No, AiAi, you’re drunk, stop saying random things,” Yoshiko said, hoping that Riko wouldn’t go apeshit and murder seventeen people and sell squirrels to the Russian government.
Riko was clearly angry, a frown decorating her face, though she decided not to take action yet; she was currently satisfied with quickly tapping her feet on the floor, trying to warn Yoshiko’s coworker to stay away from Yoshiko.
“Yoshiko-chan, why can’t we spend the night together at my place?” Aina asked, trying to seduce her younger coworker into spending the night with her.
“AiAi, I have a girlfriend; I can’t do that,” Yoshiko said.
I can’t believe someone as angelic as she is, is my girlfriend, Riko thought, even though she thinks of herself as the opposite of that.
“Who cares if you have a girlfriend, it’s not like she’ll know; we’ll be secret about it, and we’ll engage in a night of pure passion and bliss, Yoshiko-chan,” Aina said, unaware of the dubious blunder she was making.
“Well,” Riko interjected, attempting to hide her anger, “ my Yocchan’s girlfriend is right in front of you, so your little plans can go fuck themselves.”
Aina frowned. “You’re her girlfriend? Seriously? You’re probably just her friend who’s just really jealous,” she said. She began placing her hands on Yoshiko’s forearms, leaning in for a kiss on her younger coworker.
Riko stopped her with a resounding slap. As the sound resonated through the room, it seemed that all eyes were on the three of them. “Now, you bitch, you listen to me. One, I am her girlfriend, so you can go fuck off, if that red bruise on your cheek is the only wound on you tonight. Two, if you don’t stop acting like a whore to my girlfriend, I’m going to have to leave you off much worse than you are right now. By much worse, I mean much much worse . Also, I’m going to be taking my Yocchan out of here, so you can goodbye. I’m also not allowing you to meet her for a whole week. If you want to talk to her, you’re going to have to email her. That’s all for now, slut ,” Riko said, spewing out a string of insults; she placed special emphasis on her threats and slanders. For good measure, she gave the flirtatious coworker a good kick on the shin.
Turning around to her girlfriend, escorting her away from Aina, still stunned by what had happened, she took out the medicine and the water. “By the way, Yocchan, you forgot to take your medicine.”