Gabe sat in his office, finishing up his work for the day. He had been at Bartley, Fitch and Meade for over two months and though he loved the work, Gabe felt that it was sometimes too much for him. He was going over the few accounts they had given him to review when his supervisor knocked on his open door. He looked up and smiled.
"Hey, Paula."
"Hey Gabe. How are you making out?"
"Not bad. Just still trying to familiarize myself with all of it." Gabe said and waved a hand at the many files on his desk.
"Don't worry. No one expects you to be an expert on them just yet. From what I've seen you're doing a hell of a job. We're all very impressed with that error you found on the Arbuckle Account."
"It wasn't much."
"Yeah, it kind of was. It saved us a hell of a lot of man hours catching it now rather than later. I let the important people know that it was you who found it." Paula said, speaking of the higher ups.
"Thank you. As the new guy, I appreciate that."
"I'm not going to lie, I can be a bitch, but I give credit where credit is due." She said and pulled her pocket book higher on her shoulder. "Come on. Close up and I'll let you walk me out."
"I just wanted to-."
"It's Friday, Gabe. There will be many occasions to pull all nighters in the future. You should see this place from February to May. But for the time being our department has nothing crucial coming up."
Gabe put away the files, closed his computer and grabbed his suit jacket. They walked outside to the parking garage and were about to say goodnight when Gabe stopped.
"Paula, I know I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth but do you have any idea why they chose me? I mean, I'm sure there were people with more impressive qualifications."
"No offense Gabe, but I asked that very question. It seems you and Mr. Fitch have a mutual friend."
"Who's that?" Gabe asked, wondering who he and Mr. Fitch could possibly both know.
"Loretta Makepeace."
"Who?"
"Loretta Makepeace. You are Gabriel Donovan, right? We didn't hire the wrong person, not that there's much we could do about it now."
"I'm Gabriel Donovan, but I'm not sure I know a Loretta Makepeace is."
"She's.... well, she's." Paula struggled to describe her, but then smiled. "That's funny. She's right over there. Getting into the car with Mr. Fitch."
Gabe turned and saw an older black woman speaking with the owner of his company. She turned her head and spotted Gabe, smiled and waved then went back to speaking.
"You know her, right?" Paula asked.
"I know her." Gabe said.
"Thank God, I thought I was going to have to fire you." Paula smiled. "Have a great weekend, Gabe." She said and walked off to her car.
Gabe watched the woman who called herself God and Mr. Fitch step into the limousine and drive off. He shook his head, then went to find his own car.
He pulled into the driveway and was surprised by the amount of cars there. Apparently, Darren and Phil were having some friends over. Gabe grabbed his briefcase and headed into the house. The music was blasting, the smell of good food was tantalizing and the sound of conversation was welcoming. Gabe threw his jacket on the banister and placed his briefcase down before heading into the back yard to see what was up. Kyle saw him first and smiled..
"Hey you. We were wondering when you'd get home."
"My boss let me go a little early tonight." Gabe said and took a look around.
Many, but not all of Darren and Phil's friends were here. Some twenty gay man between the ages of 22 and 69 enjoying the food and companionship of an impromptu back yard party. Darren saw him and came rushing over.
"Hey, I hope this is ok."
"Darren, it's your house. You can have parties if you want to." Gabe said as if talking to a child.
"I know, but we didn't even get to tell you about it. It was really last minute. You see we invited Kyle over for dinner so you guys could.... talk, but Terry overheard and wanted to come. So then I invited a few more people over so that it wasn't just us and Terry and before I knew it, everyone was telling everyone that we were having a kegger."
"Jesus, it's still like high school, isn't it?" Gabe smiled.
"Like you'd know. You never went to a kegger in high school."
"I went to Donna Burhans' party in junior year."
"The one where Eric Nettleman threw up on her mom's couch?"
"Yeah."
"That wasn't a kegger." Darren said, and scoffed dismissively. "That was a bunch of kids with a case of Coors Light and a bottle of Donna's mom's peach schnapps."
"Well, still I was there."
"Whatever. Anyway, I've been trying to keep Terry away from Kyle but it's been hard not being obvious and Phil is being totally uncooperative. So, go upstairs, slip into something sexy and get your ass down here pronto."
"Darren, I appreciate what you're trying to do but we're all adults here and if Kyle's interested in Terry than he can talk to him. He can even sleep with him. It's ok." Gabe glanced quickly over at Kyle and the man he was speaking with. "Is Terry a thirty year old bleach blonde with a hot pink tank top?"
"He's twenty-eight, but yeah."
"Ah." Gabe said and started mentally going through his wardrobe thinking of a suitable outfit.
"Get upstairs and change." Darren said and pushed him through the door.
Gabe came down a couple minutes later having chosen to dress casually and let the chips fall where they may. Though he felt in his heart that he wasn't ready, he had hoped that Kyle would be available when he was, but that wasn't fair to ask of anyone. If Kyle chose Terry, then he wished them well. Stepping onto the back deck, Gabe saw them both still speaking and decided to leave them undisturbed and snag some food before it was all gone. He had never understood how all the food could disappear with everyone claiming to be dieting.
"Hey." Said a voice behind him. He turned and found Kyle standing next to him, a beer in hand.
"Hey. What's going on?"
"The usual. You mind doing me a solid?"
"Depends. That's still a metaphor for favor right?" Gabe smiled and Kyle grinned back.
"Yeah. I'll leave any other possible inferences up to you." Gabe lowered his eyes and tried unsuccessfully not to blush.
"What's this `solid' you want?"
"Just talk to me. Terry's been at me for the last hour and a half trying to get me to ask him out and that's only since we've been here."
"He seems like a nice guy." Gabe said, hoping he sounded impartial.
"Have you actually met him?"
"No. I haven't."
"He's a spoiled trust fund kid who's parents think the sun rises and sets in his ass. He's been after me for the last eight months, when he's not seeing some other guy and sometimes when he is. He brings his car to be serviced every month. I swear, he alone has bought me a new three bay garage with lifts." Gabe laughed.