Thread: Trouble in the Vortex (Mr Quixotic and darjeeling)

Friday passed quickly for David, without a hint of trouble from Felicity. Not for him, anyway. According to those that had spoken to Ms Milton, she appeared to be in an even more snappish and foul mood than usual, and Myer's wondered if that had anything to do their tte--tte in her office the previous day. He considered popping in for another friendly chat, and seeing if he could do anything to assist - the idea of taunting Milton was attractive - but quickly decided against it. In his enthusiasm, he might reveal the extent of his knowledge, and arouse her suspicions further, and he didn't want her to question why he hadn't already moved to have her fired. As much as David desired the removal of Felicity, he also wished to see her put in her place, and be made to pay for the manner in which she'd treated him, and other Vortex staff for his so-called superior to be humiliated and forced to grovel on her knees. Literally. David busied himself with finalising the arrangements for that night. He Eric, Mark, and another colleague, Ryan, had each worked for Vortex for a number of years, and formed a strong bond. They generally used company functions as an excuse to prop up the bar after the formalities were over, and get roaring drunk. For Ryan and Mark, the two married men of the four, it was a rare night out with the boys, and they enjoyed it to the fullest. Occasionally they'd book a hotel room rather than take the risk of driving home drunk, which is what David had done for that night. Eric was the only one aware of his plans, however he'd thrown enough hints at his other two friends to spark their curiosity, and advised them to tell their wives that it may be a late night. One thing they all had in common was their dislike of Felicity Milton, and graphic descriptions of what each would do to her if given the chance were a regular topic of discussion at Friday nights drinks. Tonight they'd hopefully be given that opportunity, and David was confident it would be accepted with glee. He departed the office at a quarter to five, and showered and changed at his apartment. As the day had gone on, David's eagerness had grown. Although arrogant, and not one to take no for an answer, Myer's wasn't usually a violent man who routinely humiliated or degraded women for his own enjoyment. Then again, he'd never had such an appropriate victim. David had no intentions of physically forcing Ms Milton, or allowing his friends to do so that would be no fun, not to mention it could end up with all them behind bars for a very long time, but to allow her a choice. Consent to his demands, whatever they may be, or face the alternative consequences. Attired in a pair of black dress pants, a buttoned up white silk shirt, and a white and mauve tie, over which he wore a dark sports coat, David arrived at the event location at six o'clock, checked into his room, then headed down to meet Eric in the hotel lounge for their arranged pre-dinner drinks. Mark and Ryan would arrive in time for the dinner. As he walked into the bar, conveniently located across from the function room, and saw Eric reclining on a stool, he thought the IT Manager looked snappy in his gray woolen suit, and light-blue dress shirt, sans tie, which matched the colour of his eyes. As with the majority of Vortex's male employees, his friends blond hair was cropped short, and he was clean shaven. Apparently, according to 'Management', it gave off a more professional appearance. Hey buddy. David greeted his friend, and held up two fingers to the barman, to indicate a refill for his friends' beer, and one for himself. You ready? Are we really going to do this? Eric's eyebrow raised as David dropped a twenty on the bar to pay for the drinks, and seated himself next to the IT Manager. Can't back out now. He attempted not to let any of his own nervousness and self-doubts show as the two men locked eyes for a few moments without speaking. Eventually Eric smiled, nodded, and turned to collect their drinks. They raised their glasses to Felicity Milton. The men chatted amicably for the next half hour, until David's body suddenly lurched forward. He'd spotted Felicity. In a rush, he gulped down the last of his drink, set the empty glass on the bar, and stood. Why don't you go inside and grab a table. He'd scoped out the dining area from his stool. Far, right, back of the room. David gripped his friend's shoulder and squeezed, then took a deep breath, turned, and headed for Felicity. Myer's ignored the waiter, and ensured he remained unseen until he'd reached Felicity. Well, hello Liss. David placed a hand on the woman's arm from behind, and slipped in beside her. I wasn't sure you'd make it, I haven't seen you all day. His eyes met hers and he smiled, then deliberately lowered his gaze to appraise the outfit she wore, and what lay underneath it. Love the dress. Our table is just over there. David's attention returned to her face, and he inclined his head to indicate the table at which his colleague had seated himself. His tone was nothing but friendly, even as his fingers released the grip they held on her elbow, and his hand came to rest on the small of her back. Do you know Eric, the new IT Manager? We'd be honoured if you joined us. He used his palm to nudge her in that direction.