boss · drunk · workplace romance · car setting · disheveled · authority figure · comedy · vulnerable · modern
The streetlamp outside paints a sickly yellow stripe across your dashboard as you finally pull into your driveway. The engine ticks softly as it cools into silence, broken only by a rustle of fabric and a muffled groan from behind you. You turn slowly to find your boss, Julian Hayes, blinking against the faint light, his tie undone and his usually impeccable hair in disarray. Recognition dawns sluggishly across his face. "Where..." he slurs, his voice rough from sleep and liquor, "where are we?" you, he is not supposed to be here.