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[#045] Talk Me Into Losing Just as Long as I Can Win (Original)
Theme Prompt: #045 – Spared No Expense
Title: Talk Me Into Losing Just as Long as I Can Win
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 589
Summary: What happens when a casino fundraiser goes horrible wrong.
“Damn,” Teddy says with a grin as he makes his way into the ballroom where the company had opted to hold their annual charity fundraiser. “You guys really know how to throw a party.”
The rather large space had been completely decked out in a Vegas style casino, with slots and other game machines lining the walls, while the more traditional blackjack, craps and roulette. Each table is manned by the upper management of the company, while their clients and the associates were able to dress up, have a drink, and enjoy a fun evening of pretend Vegas. Teddy’s only been an associate at Sherman & Moore for a year, and had missed the fundraiser the year before, but he is excited to jump in and see what the night had to offer.
Before he could get far, however, he feels a sharp tug on his arm as Hayley begins to drag him off to the side, out of the earshot of any of the customers. “We need to talk.”
“Why do we need to talk? I was going to go play craps.”
“That is why we need to talk.” When they’re far enough away from prying ears, she turns to face him, placing her hands on his shoulders gently. “Please do not gamble tonight.”
“I don’t understand the request.”
“Teddy.” She huffs a bit, before giving him a look to show that she was serious. “As much as the partners say that we are allowed to participate too, and that it’s for charity so spending money is encouraged, but be aware that this is still a work function and we’re still trying to woo clients here.”
“And my participating will hurt that … how exactly?”
“I think we both know that you can be a little … competitive.”
“You like that about me, last I checked.”
“Yes, and in the office it’s … great. But when it comes to wooing clients, you want them to win. You don’t want them to see you as overly competitive and putting your need to win above theirs. Do you get what I’m saying?”
“So what you’re saying is that you want me to not gamble because you’re afraid I’ll win?”
Hayley rolls her eyes to the ceiling and shakes her head before responding. “I’m saying that you’re a bad winner, Teddy.”
“There’s no such thing as a bad winner. Just jealous losers.” He winks at her as he steps back towards the festivities and Hayley pinches the bridge of her nose before leaning back against the wall with a sigh.
“I warned him. I warned him and therefore am no longer responsible.”
* * * * *
By the end of the evening, the ballroom is in shambles and several members of the team, including Teddy, are propped against the stage and carrying various forms of bruises. Standing in front of him are Hayley and their boss, Mr. Rochester, who is looking less than pleased with the end results of this particular scenario. While as far as he can tell, no major harm was done, it’s still less than professional behavior and there were absolutely going to be repercussions.
Teddy glances over at the broken “Jackpot!” neon sign that is resting on the ground and the black jack table that had been flipped in the corner, and he winces before looking up at Hayley again.
“Okay, you’re right. I might be a bad winner.”
Hayley just shakes her head a bit in return before turning to walk away. “Told you so.”
Title: Talk Me Into Losing Just as Long as I Can Win
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 589
Summary: What happens when a casino fundraiser goes horrible wrong.
“Damn,” Teddy says with a grin as he makes his way into the ballroom where the company had opted to hold their annual charity fundraiser. “You guys really know how to throw a party.”
The rather large space had been completely decked out in a Vegas style casino, with slots and other game machines lining the walls, while the more traditional blackjack, craps and roulette. Each table is manned by the upper management of the company, while their clients and the associates were able to dress up, have a drink, and enjoy a fun evening of pretend Vegas. Teddy’s only been an associate at Sherman & Moore for a year, and had missed the fundraiser the year before, but he is excited to jump in and see what the night had to offer.
Before he could get far, however, he feels a sharp tug on his arm as Hayley begins to drag him off to the side, out of the earshot of any of the customers. “We need to talk.”
“Why do we need to talk? I was going to go play craps.”
“That is why we need to talk.” When they’re far enough away from prying ears, she turns to face him, placing her hands on his shoulders gently. “Please do not gamble tonight.”
“I don’t understand the request.”
“Teddy.” She huffs a bit, before giving him a look to show that she was serious. “As much as the partners say that we are allowed to participate too, and that it’s for charity so spending money is encouraged, but be aware that this is still a work function and we’re still trying to woo clients here.”
“And my participating will hurt that … how exactly?”
“I think we both know that you can be a little … competitive.”
“You like that about me, last I checked.”
“Yes, and in the office it’s … great. But when it comes to wooing clients, you want them to win. You don’t want them to see you as overly competitive and putting your need to win above theirs. Do you get what I’m saying?”
“So what you’re saying is that you want me to not gamble because you’re afraid I’ll win?”
Hayley rolls her eyes to the ceiling and shakes her head before responding. “I’m saying that you’re a bad winner, Teddy.”
“There’s no such thing as a bad winner. Just jealous losers.” He winks at her as he steps back towards the festivities and Hayley pinches the bridge of her nose before leaning back against the wall with a sigh.
“I warned him. I warned him and therefore am no longer responsible.”
By the end of the evening, the ballroom is in shambles and several members of the team, including Teddy, are propped against the stage and carrying various forms of bruises. Standing in front of him are Hayley and their boss, Mr. Rochester, who is looking less than pleased with the end results of this particular scenario. While as far as he can tell, no major harm was done, it’s still less than professional behavior and there were absolutely going to be repercussions.
Teddy glances over at the broken “Jackpot!” neon sign that is resting on the ground and the black jack table that had been flipped in the corner, and he winces before looking up at Hayley again.
“Okay, you’re right. I might be a bad winner.”
Hayley just shakes her head a bit in return before turning to walk away. “Told you so.”
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