After Hours
Robert Drake, accountant extraordinaire, trudged glumly through the hallowed halls of Kepperman, Ludigton and Kenai Associates. He had had enough for the day. It was late. He was tired. His shoelaces, despite his best efforts to knot them, would not stay tied. But that wasn't the worst of it. Not by a longshot.
Bobby was getting tired of doing the accounting thing.
Again.
Not that he was ready to go back to the X-Men yet either. Oh no. Not since Hank had stolen his girl.
To be fair, Bobby admitted as he shuffled into the room that housed his 'office', Hank hadn't known that Torah had been his girl. He'd been courting her slowly. Very, very slowly. Apparently she hadn't fully realized that. Then, out of the blue, a great big...blue hairball had shown up and that was that. Bobby shrugged. He didn't begrudge Hank his happiness, he just wished...he wished...
Meandering past the cubicles that belonged to his new 'team', he nosily peered into them looking for nefarious evil doers, crazed monkeymen or rampant cheese peddlers. Anything.
The lady had clearly made her choice. It was just that she had seemed to like him, really, honest-to-God like him, Bobby. And she had been so normal. She didn't carry around mysterious little black boxes that hopped dimensions and she'd favored little silver hoop earrings, as opposed to skulls...
Reaching his cube, he snorted and vengefully snapped off his computer without logging out properly. Well, who needs her, right? Right? Snatching up his briefcase, he stalked toward the exit.
Then quietly, an off key voice began to waft out of the office across the hall. Bobby stopped. It sounded familiar, like that Rick Springfield song where he smashes a mirror with his guitar in the video. Curious, Bobby changed directions. There bounding through a maze of cubicles was petite brunette, singing to herself.
"Bobby's girl, I wish that I was Bobby's girl..."
The gentleman in question froze with a dumbfounded look upon his face. Say what? She couldn't mean me, he thought disjointedly. Bobby watched her race back and forth to her desk, occasionally pausing to curse good naturedly at the fax machine.
"Stupid thing! 'No connection', eh? I'll show you a connection!" She whapped it soundly with a package of paper. "Cut me off after hours, willya.." She headed back to her desk with a satisfied look on her face.
She had freckles. Bobby began to grin.
"Why can't I find a fella like that? Bobby's girl, I wish that...I...was...Oh!" She stopped dead in her tracks as she finally noticed Bobby standing in the doorway. Flushing bright red, she quickly sank out of sight behind a cube wall.
Bobby's grin broke into a full-fledged smile. The accounting thing just became much more interesting.
Author's Notes: Okay, so it was more of a "meet cute" than a full-fledged romance. What can I say, I don't know anything about the girl- just that her name's Sheila and she's much better about having "Sheila" (Buddy Holly, I think) sung to her than I am about Starship's "Sara".
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