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the game â a boss and their employee ask each other uncomfortable questions. they can either answer the question.. or take a shot.
y/n: um- hi, iâm y/n.
osamu: iâm osamu, and iâm their boss.
[ what do you guys do? ]
y/n: iâm a cashier up front in his restaurant.
[ his restaurant? ]
osamu: iâm the owner of my own restaurant, very fun.
[ okay, and how long have you two worked together? ]
y/n: i was one of the first people you ever hired, so like two or three years now?
osamu: jesus christ, how have i dealt with you for so long?
u deadpanned at ur employer as he began to laugh at the look on ur face.
osamu: iâm kidding, theyâre a delight.
y/n: that sounded so sarcastic.
the two of u took the shot of tequila osamu had poured for the both of u a moment earlier, clinking the glasses together before drink. swallowing down the drink quickly, u picked up the card on top of the deck before osamu could.
y/n: oh, godâwhat is the worst thing a co worker has said about me?
osamu: i donât think iâ wait, nevermind, i got it.
he let out a loud laugh once the answer came to him.
osamu: someone did say that you were too stupid to be a chef.
u gaped at osamuâs confession.
y/n: i donât even work in the kitchen?!
osamu: exactly.
y/n: tuh!
osamu goes to pick up a new card, taking a quick look at it before making a face and immediately putting it down to grab the alcohol at the edge of the table making the crew laugh.
[ whatâs the question ]
osamu: you guys suck, itâs literally only the second question.
the man sighed, shaking his head as he poured himself a drink. sowing it as soon as it was full. y/n looked over at the camera confused as osamu let out another sigh, picking up the card.
osamu: would you sleep with me if we didnât work together?
y/n: absolutely.
the crew laughed at osamuâs shocked face, the restaurant owner having not expected such a quick answer from u to begin with.
y/n: i mean, iâd sleep with you even though we do work together.
u laughed along with the crew as osamuâs eyes had gotten slightly wider, his cheeks starting to flushâturning a light pink color.
osamu: youâre ridiculous.
y/n: okay, what about you then? would you sleep with me if we didnât work together?
osamu looked off to the side, reaching his back over to the alcohol and pouring himself his third shot.
osamu: even though we do work together i would.
he mumbled his response loud enough for the people in the room ti hear, u glancing over to the camera with a smirk on their face.
y/n: damn, im just irresistible like that.
osamu: definitely firing you after this.
y/n: wait noâ
[ so because both of you would sleep with each other, would either of consider dating the other if given the chance? ]
both of your eyes widened, gaping at the question the producer had asked. both of u opened ur mouthes, about to answer the question before the clip cut to the next, showing u to be holding a new card.
y/n: have you ever had sex at our place of business?
u looked at him with raised eyebrows before putting put down the card.
osamu: i have not, i feel like thatâs be very unsanitary.
he laughed out, u shrugging in response.
y/n: i mean, if you were to do it in the kitchen, yeah. but i think if it were like over the counter up front or evenâ
osamu: do you think about this particular act a lot?
y/n: no comment.
osamu looked at the card that he picked up and laughed, hitting the card against his hand lightly as he looked back up at u.
osamu: what would you rate yourself as an employee? if i donât agree take a drink.
u smiled, leaning back in ur chair as u began to think about ur performances at work for the last couple of years.
y/n: uh, maybe a six? six point five on a good day.
osamu smiled at you, grabbing the bottle making u gape as he began to pour liquid into ur glass.
osamu: drink, i do not agree with that score. u are so much better than u think.
u looked at him bewildered as u grabbed ur glass.
y/n: okay then what would u rate me?
u took the drink after u asked.
osamu: like a nine, nine point five on a good day. ten on a great, non busy, day.
y/n: omg, i am so ur favorite employee.
y/n: at the same time say the coworker u dislike the most. ohâi already have someone in mind.
osamu: dude, who?
y/n: letâs find out. count of three.
u both began to count to three.
y/n: [ redacted ]
osamu: [ redacted pt2 ]
u both gaped at one another, surprised at the answers.
y/n: bro what, theyâre so nice?
osamu: nice? theyâre a complete bitch. what about u tho, [ redacted ]? really? i assumed u two were close.
u shook ur head furiously.
y/n: absolutely not, iâm just too nice to be a bitch to that motherfucker so i deal. they just talk about themself all the goddamn time and i have to suppress the urge to hurt them every time they are near me.
osamu looked at u shocked, looking over to the camera as he let out a small chuckle.
osamu: ure so fucking violentâjesus christ.
bonus clip
[ so because both of you would sleep with each other, would either of consider dating the other if given the chance? ]
the both of u gaped at the question, before u two opened ur mouthes at the same time. osamu answering the question before you could, looking over to u as he did.
osamu: i mean, i think we would have to talk about it but, uh.. i think i would.
ur face flushed at his confession, blinking in response with ur mouth agape before finally answering.
y/n: i think i would tooâwe definitely will have to talk about this later, but yeah i would too.
both of u stated at each other, cheeks slightly flushed from the confessions. u put ur hands on ur head after a moment and laughed, embarrassed.
y/n: oh, god. i donât wanna go back to the restaurant after this, fuck.
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