78 Number one Server (1/2)

”VIXEN!!!” a voice yelled from behind Vixen as he walked down the hall.

Vixen didn't bother turning around to look at the person intruded on his quiet time since he already knew who the annoying voice belonged to.

”VIXENNNN!!!” The voice continued to call, the sound growing louder as they neared. ”VIXEN!” the voice called again, this time their hand clamping down on Vixen's shoulder to grab his attention.

Vixen cringed from the spot that he was touched on and shook his shoulders violently before calming down when he felt the hand fall off. ”Please refrain from touching me. I do not know where your hands have been and I do not want to know either. Do NOT stain my clothing with your germs.”

He turned and glared at the person behind him, ”if they're even yours, Adam.”

Elegantly, Vixen continued his way down the wide and bare hallway, his cart clanking beside him.

”Ah, come on Vixen, don't be like that!!” Adam chuckled, raising his hand and slapping it against Vixen's butt, ”what do you have against my hand?”

Vixen glared at Adam and at his hand on his butt, his stare growing harsher at Adam.

”Okok, I got it,” Adam sighed, taking his hand off.

”Are you drunk right now?” Vixen asked, ”it's barely noon yet and you've already drank.”

”What else am I supposed to do when I'm stuck in this place?” Adam shrugged, swinging his arm around Vixen's shoulder.

”I will sue you for workplace assault,” Vixen growled.

”Yes sir,” Adam took his hand off Vixen's shoulder immediately, ”I have enough debt as is. Don't need more.”

Vixen fanned the air around his nose to prevent having to smell alcohol as he continued down the hall, ”you could always work to pay off those dues and then get the hell out of this place and far away from me.”

Adam paused in his tracks and then continued after Vixen, ”I know you don't mean that, pal,” he playfully punched Vixen's shoulder.

”Second strike,” Vixen muttered, making a mental note.

”Geez. Such a mood killer,” Adam sighed, ”if I had the motivation to keep working I would.”

”I thought you nights visiting room 215 was enough to keep you motivated,” Vixen snapped.

”Have you been spying on me?” Adam smirked.

”Do you think I have enough time to waste on you? Don't fool yourself,” Vixen retorted.

”Point taken,” Adam nodded, ”I guess I'm famous then.”

”Famously loud,” Vixen returned as he reached his next cell to feed.