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employee of the month forever au

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[really, vox still doesn't see the appeal of the whole clown thing. clowns? really? but taking a chance on fizzarolli turned out to have been incredibly lucrative, and now two game shows with a season each and half a dozen commercials later, vox--well, he sees the draw of fizzarolli, if nothing else.

the little guy is the picture-perfect employee. he's had no complaints. no fires to put out. no complaints about him, either, which is a real lucky break, after some of the deals made around here in the past-- so!

if taking a chance on fizz worked out the last time, vox thinks, he can take another one, and let the guy have a little more say in the business side of his own brand. calling the first toy sale fizztek has generated plenty of buzz, and the design contest for the next one is going a little crazy, actually. much better than vox anticipated!

he's sorted out all the creepy fuckdoll ones and even a handful that looked a little suspicious, and he's sent someone to fetch fizz and join him in the conference room. the one with the sharks. could he have mentioned what this was about first, probably, but whatever - he's only an okay kind of boss, after all.

he looks up from the submission he's considering when fizz comes in and gestures for him to pull up a seat.]

There you are! I've got a surprise for you. Come here.

[come, come, sit. have a drink. there are drinks! vox spins the submission paper around and slides it down the table; it's clearly a child's drawing of what looks like a bunch of tiny fizzes all dangling in a chain. it's a barrel of monkeys, But Fizzarolli.]

What do you think of that? Be honest.

[sindicates]

[ it's been a normal night, an easy night, until it isn't. a normal dinner out like they do sometimes, a nice treat for vox as thanks for his understanding, and alastor potentially buttering him up for something. but alastor is derailed from anything he might request by their waiter making eyes at vox, being overly friendly, flirting in the way that alastor does when he's gunning for something.

and maybe he should have simply stepped aside: he doesn't doubt vox's loyalty to him, and the waiter really is taking his life into his own hands by being... well, the way he's being, in the area they're in. even alastor and vox are simply business associates when they're out of the house.

but he doesn't. he smiles at the man all night, acts sweet as anything, and perhaps vox notices him being a little too cute about it, stealing the waiter's attention away by being younger and amenable, but it'll be worth it in the end and he knows just how to smooth any ruffled feathers later.

or maybe vox reads it for what it is: jealousy.

and alastor is patient, of course. he sends vox to bed later that night with a too-gentle stroke of his knuckles over the older man's cheek, then 'goes to bed' himself, at least until he's sure he can get out without being noticed.

and he's not noticed, as far as he's aware, when he leaves and tracks down the waiter. it's easy: he's out back of the restaurant, and smiles when alastor approaches him. they chat a moment, alastor's charm at full strength, and they share a cigarette before alastor tugs him by the suspenders right into a small side building and shuts the door behind them.

and if, say, someone were to come by, or open the door, even as quickly as a few moments later, it's quite the scene: both men still fully clothed, the waiter on his back with alastor straddling him and hunching over him, hands obscured by his body even though the soft choking sounds coming from below him tell exactly what he's doing.

there's a bloody knife on the ground next to them, and a pool of blood underneath the waiter that's slowly spreading, red soaking into alastor's knees.

alastor is talking, his voice a low croon that almost sounds like it'd be for a lover, and one would have to get very close to hear what he's actually saying. ]

did someone ask for a slutty nun...

[sindicates]

[ sister alice has been at vox's side for about a year, now. a gentle, caring, supportive woman of the cloth, assisting in tending to his flock as it grows and grows to numbers he can't maintain on his own.

it helps, of course, for the ladies of the congregation to have someone like them to speak to, and the sister is quite popular; she's humble and sweet and never, ever stops smiling. she always perks up like a flower leaning to the sun when vox pays her any special attention, and so innocent! every touch, every murmur, and she just smiles, the perfect ingenue.

and it's a known but unspoken secret that vox likes to spend time with the ladies of his flock. recently though, some believers have been walking. always young ladies, always ones vox had glanced at maybe a second or two too long. sometimes they're simply questioning their faith, and in those instances, alice holds fellowship with them, quiet and in solitude.

they leave, inevitably, but never on bad terms. they simply didn't have enough faith, she assures him, every time. look at the beautiful flock you still have left.

recently though, vox had confided in alice that he'd been considering courting one of the ladies, taking a wife. she'd seemed interested, and he thinks it a suitable move... what does she think? ]

I think, [ she starts, carefully even as she looks up from where she sits toward him, ] I think, Father, that it'd be best to reconsider, at least for now. Some of the ladies have felt quite... Delicate, as late. I'm not sure the issue, but perhaps you should let me take care of them first before making any such decisions. Susanna in particular has needed some extra guidance lately. Perhaps, if anyone, someone more... devout?

[ she gives him a meaningful look as though he's going to get it. ]