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“Are you coming, my love?” Anton called, already in his car. For the first time, his mate was going to check out his workplace and what he did in the Talbot Pack.
“Almost,” they shouted.
Quick as a flash, they jumped in the car, eager to see the whole shebang. Anton always hyped up his workplace, so they were excited to see what it was like and to meet the pack alpha. They were no stranger to Anton’s antics.
“Wanna go halfsies on pizza later tonight?” asked Anton.
His mate nodded. “I’d like that,” they replied.
In no time, Anton parked the car and ran straight through the doors, his mate by his side. It looked like he was the last one to arrive, given his alpha’s expression.
“Hey, guys.” Anton tried cracking a joke, but it was no use. “Love, this is everyone. That’s Asher, the alpha. And you’ve met Davey already, it seems.”
David, a soft spoken omega, waved to Anton’s mate. However, Asher tsked and shook his head. All anyone could do was get to work, running the pack the way the late Frank Talbot would’ve wanted.
With Anton occupied, his mate felt a tap on their shoulder. It was Asher’s mate, whom he referred to as Babe. “Good to meet you,” they said.
“Likewise.”
“Check this out,” Babe chuckled. “Hey, Ash? You need me to scratch your back, puppy?”
Anton wasn’t kidding, his mate thought. At last, they finally spoke up. “So the rumours are true.”
“What rumours?” asked Babe.
From behind the mates, Anton couldn’t help but snicker. Babe wanted to warrant a hell of a reaction from Asher. They took a crumpled up piece of paper on the floor and began ripping it into tiny pieces.
“Oh, no. What now?”
“You ever used spitballs?” Babe chuckled.
“No, but I’ve been spitballed before, Anton.”
Anton turned around. “Aw, what the hell did I do, my love?”
Babe took a plastic straw from beneath their ear and began firing spitballs at Asher. As he furiously turned around, the two mates went back into hiding.
“Babe, you better not be shooting spitballs at me, you fucking snot.”
“Oh, no,” Anton snickered. “Hey, let me help you guys.”
Anton and Babe exchanged high fives before looking around the floor for scraps of paper. Nobody in the pack knew it was secretly Prank Day at Talbot Security. Anton felt his mate shake his shoulder and hand him a small box of Jell-O mix.
“Oh, you’re evil, love,” he laughed. “You’ll fit right in.”
“What do we put in the Jell-O?” they asked.
“I got it,” Babe exclaimed. “You two keep at the spitballs. I know exactly what to do.”
Anton and his mate kept themselves busy, looking busy anytime Asher was in the vicinity. He ran to his desk and looked for loose papers as Asher sat down on Anton’s desk.
“Hey,” said Anton.
“Anton, are you and I still on for the last of that Chinese checkers tournament?” asked Asher. “Sorry we had to bail early, but my mate got sick, so I had to take them home.”
“I thought tonight was D&D night with Milo and the rest of the clan.”
Asher nodded. “Right. You’re right. Speaking of, have you seen either of our mates?”
Anton shook his head. Asher shrugged and walked away. With the coast clear, Anton watched his mate walk away to the kitchen, where Babe was working on putting Asher’s mug in Jell-O.
All Anton could do was act like he wasn’t in on it, like his mate met Babe on their own. When secretly, he was the mastermind behind this prank. Anton felt a breeze behind him, turning around to see Babe putting the Jell-O in a desk drawer.
“And now, we wait,” they snickered, running back to Anton.
In the meantime, Babe spent a while getting to know Anton’s mate. They told Babe about the time the two ordered pizza and they had to tell the pizza guy that Anton had - in their words - butt problems. Anton sighed and facepalmed at the end of the story.
“Love, you love my butt and you know it.”
They stifled a snicker and rolled their eyes. “Fine, I guess.”
Anton giggled and kissed his mate on the cheek. Babe couldn’t find any sign of Asher, so they walked out to the drawer and sat down in the nearby swivel chair, looking pretty for their boyfriend.
“Hey, puppy,” they playfully sang.
“Babe, I told you this a thousand times,” Asher groaned, finally walking in their direction. “My name is Asher, not ‘Puppy’. Yes, be lucky you look cute. Hey, that’s my hoodie, you menace.”
Babe couldn’t help but laugh. Soon, Anton joined in the laughter with his mate just behind him. Everyone watched Asher open the drawer and groan.
“Dammit, Babe,” he exclaimed.
“Whoa, what happened?” Anton asked, intervening.
“They put my mug in Jell-O. How the hell did you get Jell-O, Babe?”
Babe shook their head to hide exactly where the Jell-O came from. Anton’s mate had only been there for an hour and a half and they already fit in fine with the rest of the pack. They started to see why Anton was such a menace when he came back home from work.