Due to Luke's injuries, he was paralyzed and remained lying down from all the pain he was currently experiencing. Because of this, they had to put the devil on a bed rest for two days.

Ryan, the little cinnamon bun he was, offered to take care of him which the medics allowed, giving him the address and such.
With Luke's help, he was given two days off to take good care of him.

"Ugh, I miss Ohm already." Jon whined, slumping on the owl's cubicle. "Shouldn't you miss Luke? Isn't he like, your brother?"
"Stfu, Ohm was nicer to me." When Jon stated that, Evan began to laugh, coughing after a bit. "What? It's been two days, man! I'm getting damn impatient,"

"Well, it's 6AM, Delirious. They can arrive at any mo--"
The sound of the doors creaked, making everyone cheer. The owl and the masked man looked over to what it was all about, only to see Luke and Ryan, who finally came back to work.
Jon didn't waste any time and tackle-hugged the bunny, wheezing while in tears. "RYAAAAAAAAAAAANNNN—" The bunny squeaked, he was surprised at Jon.
"Hey, what happened to me?" Luke chuckled, though his voice was a little shot still.

Evan stood up and hugged the devil, patting his back before he let go and looked at Ryan. "I'm glad you two are alright. What happened to Andrew?"
Luke snickered, grinning, "He is now in prison."
The owl gasped loudly, and a little bit too dramatically before fistbumping the air. "YES. FUCK YES!"
"Wanna have a celebration party at my house later?" Luke offered, grinning wickedly. "Oh, you know it." The two men snickered while Ryan and Jon were catching up on what happened between them.

Time skips and such, it was the morning after the party.
Fortunately for Luke, it was a Saturday! He was glad that he'd have a hangover on a Saturday, and not on a work day, because that would be the shittiest day he'd have in his entire life.

Luke loudly groaned, opening his eyes and staring at the ceiling. "Shit, how much shots did I have last night..?" He looked over to his end-table to see two empty bottles of vodka standing on it.
"Oh fuck me, shit. That's fucking sick, augh," The devil gagged, he was that kind of party person? Fuck!
"And I thought I'd be a responsible drinker, turns out I'm an alcoholic!" He shouted at himself, clutching his hurting head and grunting.
Finally, the cold, refreshing air of the morning hit his bare body.

"Ooh, god," He shivered, looking down and realizing he was.. Butt naked.

"Wait... No." He whispered, eyes widening and looking beside him.

THERE WAS SOMEONE UNDER THOSE MOTHER-FUCKING SHEETS.

He screamed in his mind, panicking on what to do before the person would wake up. Of course, as the dumbass he was, he didn't take action and the person decided to wake up, due to all of the ruckus he was doing on the bed.
"Aah.. Shit."

Is.. Is that Ryan's voice?
Now, Luke was in utter panic. HE JUST HAD DRUNK SEX WITH HIS EMPLOYEE. UNPROTECTED SEX!
Before the devil could even react, Ryan sat up and looked around before he turned to the other and started screaming.

"SIR?!"
"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW, WE WERE DRUNK!" Ryan rolled over, falling harshly on the floor and sloppily grabbing for random clothing to cover himself up. Luke figured that he must have a bad hangover aswell due to the.. 4 empty bottles of vodka?!
"Jesus christ, Ryan! You're a fucking animal!" Luke accidentally shouted, looking at the bottles. "I apologize!!!" The bunny's voice cracked, as he rushed to the nearby bathroom to put the clothes on.

"Damn, you have one nice ass though." Luke mumbled, before mentally punching himself like the usual. "No, not at this situation. You just had sex with one of your fucking employees Luke," He sighed deeply, facepalming at himself.

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