Erin/Darren
"Happy 30th," Darren Quigg said with a light bow, offering Erin a single rose. She looked up from her work table, large goggles on her face and lab cloak huge on her small frame. What the hell was he doing here?
"What do you want?" she snapped, slamming her wand to the table; holy hell, there was no one person in this world that could make her as mad at Darren, and Erin had no idea why. Maybe it was because he was a complete asshole and lived to drive her absolutely fucking insane, but she couldn't be sure.
"Oh, I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday," Darren quipped, tinkering with a few items on the desk, and Erin quickly slapped his hands away. He pulled the smacked hand to his chest innocently, an exaggerated pout on his face as he came around the table.
"That's not all you want, you wouldn't have come all the way down here," Erin said with a sigh, pulling off her goggles and untying her hair from the messy bun she'd thrown it in. This job really didn't let her act as feminine as she really was. "What do you want, Darren?"
He stepped in front of her, and Erin noticed quite quickly how close he'd gotten--oh--oh hell no---She let out a shriek into his mouth as Darren quickly kissed her, pushing her back onto the lab table and---well, fuck---
"I can't believe this shit!" Devon Kirke's voice shrieked from the entrance of the lab. Darren pulled back quickly, and Erin remained shocked and disturbed on the table. The redhead let out an angry holler and stormed away, but not before she threw the documents Erin had asked...asked her to bring down half an hour ago.
...Darren must've intercepted the paper airplane and...
"Oh, you fucking asshole," Erin shrieked, slamming her fists into Darren's chortling side.
Lived to drive her absolutely fucking insane.
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