Grocery shopping with the Devil

"Unfortunately, those deals do not involve being my sugar baby." The familiar low voice tickled my ears. I followed Eiichi's line of sight and ended up at a very bothered looking Park Daisuke. His habitually styled hair was free to frame his soft features. Park Daisuke, was not dressed up in the usual fitted sleek dark suit. Instead, he wore a loose white shirt and looser black pants. He wasn't sporting his pristine shiny oxfords, but mute leather loafers. And he stood mere inches away from Eiichi and me with an unlit cigarette resting between his soft lips. "You see, Eiichi just isn't my type." His smile didn't reach his eyes, but it revealed his seldom seen dimples. He walked up to us and reached over my shoulders to pick up the bag of Doritos that rested on the aisle behind me. Park Eiichi tore the bag open and said...

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"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Park Daisuke pointed at Eiichi, who was still laughing.

"Park Daisuke sir...what I just said...sir, that was an accident. I meant that..." But he just brushed past me and dragged Eiichi by his collar.

"Eiichi, you've been here for over an hour. How long does it take to buy one damn pack of beer and some snacks? I'm growing old waiting" Park Daisuke slurred his words as he pushed us to the side. Suddenly he poured all the chips on the counter into my cart. He snatched the handle from me and moved it to the next aisle shouting at the top of his lungs. "Where is all the damn beer?"

I turned my attention from the spectacle to Eiichi. "Cha-cha... Hey, relax. It's not my fault. Hey! Hey! Mizuki don't. Let's be civil, put it down...STAAAAP!" Eiichi ran while I chased him with my left flip flop in hand. Park Daisuke was still busy at the other end of the hall, screaming for his 'damn' beer, while Eiichi pleaded as I chased him into a crate of eggs.

We looked like a bunch of clowns.

"Well, fuck this place." Park Daisuke muttered when the guard kicked us out of the store. He and Eiichi had been drinking all night and ran out rather quickly, so Eiichi decided to go out and get more drinks. But somehow he abandoned the sleeping Park Daisuke in his car and busied himself with distracting me. Park Daisuke stood by my side and sluggishly yawned. His long lashes fluttered as his sluggish lids blinked, then he turned his head to stare at the intriguing creature standing beside him.

"How are you this short?" he measured my height to be just under his chin. Childishly laughing at the discovery. I had never seen him smile much less laugh. It was warm and made my back tingle.

"She's practically a midget." Eiichi swung his arms over my shoulder and poked my cheeks.

"Doesn't she just look like that annoying dog you have?" Park Daisuke continued to stare more intensely at me. After he turned around and fished for his keys in his pockets.

"My Pomeranian isn't annoying." Eiichi pulled Park Daisuke, who would have walked in front of a moving car. How drunk was this man?

"Your dog is annoying, but not as annoying as that subordinate from work." He pressed the unlock button on his car keys...for another car.

"How so?" Eiichi laughed while I pleaded. "Please don't encourage him." With all the alcohol in his system, I would not be surprised if he had not noticed it was me…the annoying subordinate.

"He never submits his assignments on time, and when he does, there are so many inconsistencies." He groaned as he pressed the car key at every car but his own. Well, Park Daisuke said 'he' so he was not talking about 'me'... Right? He turned to look at the car behind him and kicked the bumper after pressing his car keys a few more times at it. He was certainly getting frustrated.

"Are you going to tell him or not?" I jabbed Eiichi, who was still recording my manager arguing with a car that still was not his.

"When I'm done recording. I'm creating a 'Daisuke gets shit drunk' series." I smiled.

"Send it to me too."

"Why?" He pocketed his phone.

"For blackmail, duh," and because he looked adorable arguing with a car. "Just tell him already." I stomped on his foot.

"Fine, fine. I'm done anyway." He walked towards Daisuke, who had given up the argument and was moping on the hood of the car. "Hey, buddy. So this isn't our ride." Daisuke shot him a dirty look.

"No shit. Where is my car Eiichi?"

"Technically, it's your fault. You should have just waited like a good boy." Eiichi spoke to him like he was a toddler.

"Where is it?"

"It's been impounded." Eiichi flinched and ran to hide behind me.

"Impounded!" Park Daisuke lifted slowly. "Move away dwarf." He stomped towards us.

"We were parked in a handicapped spot, it was an honest mistake. I was going to move it after. If you had not left, we could have..." Park Daisuke reached over my head and pulled Eiichi's collar.

"So, how am I supposed to get home?" All traces of rage was gone and replaced with a sinister calm demeanour. "What kind of shitty, stupid, unattentive driver are you?" Frankly, the stupid person is the one that hired someone like Eiichi to drive them. I could never trust this guy to drive any vehicle that I was in.

"How about I get you that drink. Huh?" Eiichi pleaded and Park Daisuke loosened his choking grip on his collar.

"Where?" He stepped closer to stare intimidatingly at Eiichi.

"I know a spot. First rounds on me?" Eiichi beamed just as Park Daisuke resumed choking him with his collar. "I'm sorry. I meant 'all' rounds are on me." Then Park Daisuke let go.

"Good boy. Call a cab, let's get away from this drab and gross store." He turned and walked off in some direction. A calm Park Daisuke was just as scary as a criminally insane one. Standing between them was a mixture of confusion and distraction, they stood so close, I could barely breathe.

"Cha-cha, you coming?" Eiichi turned back to call. Park Daisuke stopped in the distance then continued to walk off. I guess he had no reason to disagree. He had already exposed his childish and more pleasant side to one of his many annoying subordinates. I looked down into my hands, thanks to Eiichi, I was kicked out before I could buy my groceries, and I was still holding Park Daisuke's ticket. I might as well get a free meal and return this piece of paper to its rightful owner.