Mr. Guy told you that an employee bonding convention was happening yesterday. The day before it happened. He brought it up in a conversation, assuming you already knew.  Apparently, it's mandatory for us to go. You don't think you would go if you had the choice. But, you got excited during the day leading up to it. You get to go on a trip with your friends for free? You'll take it!

"Oh, thank god you're here! We were worried you wouldn't show up on time!" Mr. Guy exclaimed, seeing Joan walk through the restaurant's doors. We had already closed up, cleaned, and got all our bags for the trip (well, at least Jeremy, you, and Mr. Guy did). You saw that Joan didn't have a bag with her.

"Real worried," Dave said sarcastically. You snickered and grabbed his slushie. You didn't recognize the flavor, so you decided to try it. You were immediately hit with the all too familiar artificial watermelon flavour.

"Ew," you whispered. Dave grabbed the slushie from your hand, taking a sip of it himself.

"The hell is going on in here?" Joan said, confused. You couldn't blame her, because you're sure Mr. Guy didn't tell her

"We have the employee bonding convention this weekend. Did you forget?" Mr. Guy asked.

"Forget? Nobody decided to tell me!"

"I hung up a notice in the parts and service room..."

"The parts and service room? I wouldn't be caught dead going in there!" You agreed with her. You will never understand how Dave can spend so much time there.

"Why? It's perfectly nice in there!" It's clear to you that he hasn't been in there. That place is literal nightmare fuel. "Well, that's besides the point. You have to come with us. It's mandatory."

"Mandatory according to who?"

"...Fazbear Entertainment..."

"Well, I'll see you all on Monday! Have a great time!" Joan walked out the doors.

"What a pity." Dave said as she left. You looked at him, and hit his shoulder lightly. He jumped a bit, chuckling at your reaction.

"I already reported there would be five of us attending. Can you please at least try to have a good atti-" Mr. Guy was cut off by a loud honk. There was a large, bright blue bus outside the restaurant. "Great. They're here."

You and the guys headed out and got on the bus. Mr. Guy had a struggle getting the two of his bags up the steps, so you carried one for him. He thanked you, and you turned to Jeremy.

"Are you excited?" You asked. Jeremy grinned.

"Duh! We're going to have so much fun, (Y/N)!" Jeremy told you. You nodded, agreeing.

"Where should we sit?" Mr. Guy questioned us. Before we could answer, a man stood up in front of us.

"Mr. Guy." The man said, pronouncing your manager's name wrong.

"Chauncey."

"Managers are sitting in the front, actually. It was noted in the memo I sent to you," Chauncey stated. Mr. Guy looked back at us.

"Oh, uh... alright."

Phil went to the front, and you felt someone put their hand on your shoulder. You looked over and saw Jeremy.

"We're sitting together!" Jeremy declared. The both of you started walking to two open seats, but you were pulled back by the arm.

"Sorry, Fitzgerald. I'll be sitting with 'em," Dave informed you. You just can't get a break from these two, can you?

"No way, Dave! I said it first."

"Too bad. Ya can sit behind us," Dave then dragged you to the seats. He sat by the aisle, guiding you to the seat beside him. Jeremy sat in the empty seat behind you, and started talking with the unknown person beside him.

"I wanted to sit with Jeremy, Dave," you stated, annoyed at Dave's sudden action.

"Well, I'm sorry, darlin'. You can sit with him on the way back."

"I was going to sit with you on the way back."

"You can still do that, too," Dave smiled. You rolled your eyes and looked out the window. This was going to be a long ride, especially if Dave continue to talk.

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"Darlin', wake up," Dave said, gently shaking you awake. You opened your eyes, adjusting to your surroundings.

"(Y/N), we're here!" Jeremy shouted behind you. Dave glared at him. You looked out the window and saw an immense amount of lights and large buildings.

"Thanks, guys," You say. Dave turned to you.

"This is gonna be borin', I can tell."

You laughed at him. "It's work-related, of course, it'll be boring. But, I'm sure you'll have some fun. I mean, I'll be there!" You joked. Dave smiled.

"Thank god for that."

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"What do you mean he only gave us three rooms?!" You asked. Mr. Guy sighed.

"He said that five rooms were too many, so he cut us done to three. I'm not happy either, believe me. So, uh, how about this-"

"(Y/N) and I can take a room!" Dave interrupted. You stared at him, wondering why he suggested it. Along with why you're okay with that. "Right, (Y/N)?" Dave added. You nodded.

"I- alright. As long as the both of you are okay with it."

"It's fine. Besides, you and Jeremy deserve a break," you confirmed. Mr. Guy handed Dave the room key, and he began walking to the elevator. "I'll make sure Dave doesn't get into any trouble, don't worry."

"C'mon (Y/N)! I wanna see this room we got!" Dave yelled. You waved bye to Jeremy and Phil (Jeremy was distracted by the hotel's interior design), then caught up with Dave.

You two went into the elevator, and Dave pushed the button of the floor your room was on. You avoided eye contact in the elevator, still wondering why you agreed to this arrangement. Was there a reason other than just being with your best friend? If there is, what?

Once the elevator stopped, Dave grabbed your hand and hurried to the room, practically running down the hall. "Dave!" He continued to drag you along with him. He unlocked the door, quickly, pulling you inside. The room was very nice. Better than you expected. It had two beds, which was a pleasant surprise.

"Meh, could be worse," Dave states his opinion. He runs over and jumps onto the bed closest to the window. That man sure had a lot of energy. "What do ya wanna do now, darlin'?"

"We have all night to do what we want, remember? There are no activities planned until tomorrow." You remind Dave while you walk over to your bed, and lay down while staring up at the ceiling.

"I have a suggestion."

"What is it?"

"We should go to the nightclub that's downstairs! Wouldn't that be fun?"

You sat up in your bed, staring at Dave. "No! I know exactly what you'll do if we go, and I'm not taking that chance!"

Dave smirked. "Oh? What will I do?"

"You'll get drunk, and cause a scene. Then you'll rely on me for help!" You shout. Dave laughs, laying back down on his bed.

"Yeah, you're probably right. Don't mean I ain't going, though." Dave told you. You saw that coming. Realizing he isn't going to give the idea up, you decide to give in.

"Fine, fine. We can go in a bit. But I swear, Dave, if you cause any trouble there, you're sleeping in Jeremy's room."

"Understood, darlin'."

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You and Dave walked into the nightclub, and you immediately picked up on the smell of alcohol. Someone bumped into Dave and he stumbled into your side. You stable yourself, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Thanks," Dave says, his voice barely above a whisper. You're surprised you could hear it over the loud music.

"Don't mention it." You follow Dave before you see a familiar figure. "Hey, Dave? Is that Jeremy?"

"Hah! I guess Fitzgerald had the same plans, huh?" Dave laughed. You were concerned. Jeremy is only 17. He can't legally drink. He's way too young to be here. Also, he could tell Mr. Guy that you and Dave were here. That could be a problem.

"I'm going to tell him to leave."

"What? No! C'mon, darlin', let's just not think 'bout work tonight!" Dave suggested, but you'd already left his side, heading toward Jeremy.

"The hell are you doing here, Jeremy?" Jeremy turns to you, smiling.

"I could ask you the same question!" Jeremy exclaims. Dave stands beside you, crossing his arms. "Hey, tell you what, Dave. Why don't you help me get something to drink?"

"Jeremy don't-"

"Why the hell would I do that?" Dave asks. You knew when Jeremy said that, this plot would centre around him blackmailing Dave.

"Well, I might forget to tell Mr. Guy that I saw you in here..." Jeremy says.

"Fine. What should I do?" Dave answers, reluctantly.

"I'm headed to the bathroom, just show the guy my I.D."

"I'm sure that'll go over well."

"Ah, you misunderstand. Jeremy Fitzgerald can't legally get a drink... but Jayson Phillips can," you scoffed. You can't even do anything in this situation. You can't believe you're saying this, but you should've listened to Dave.

"...Cute."

Jeremy got up and walked to the washroom. You decided to not stick around Dave and you'd come back after he was done. You walked out of the nightclub and found a vending machine. Surprisingly, Jeremy was also standing there.

"I thought you were going to the washroom?" You asked him. Jeremy retrieved the chip bag from the machine.

"Oh yeah, change of plans. I want to be here for when the cops come to arrest Dave."

"What?" You asked, panicked. What does he mean? As far as you know, Dave hasn't committed a crime.

"I'm just kidding! Well, kinda," Jeremy held up the I.D that read Jayson Phillips. You snatched it from his hand, needing a closer look.

"Jeremy, what the fuck?!" You yelled, angry. He was trying to get Dave into serious trouble, and it will most likely work.

"Woah! Don't worry, knowing Dave, he'll find his way out of the situation."

"Still, you intentionally did this? You want him to get arrested!" Jeremy looked at you, as you turned around and sat down on a bench trying to calm down.

Jeremy sat beside you and offered you some chips. You took them and ate them quickly. You let out a shaky breath, trying to calm down.

"Listen (Y/N), I'm sorry. It seemed like a harmless joke when I thought of it, but looking back, it makes me seem stupid. I'll apologize to Dave as well, I promise."

Jeremy's apology was the most sincere you've ever heard him be. You nodded. "Dave's going to be expecting one. But, it's fine, Jeremy. Just please run your jokes by someone, literally anyone, before doing them. Okay?" Jeremy nodded. You got up from the bench, going back toward the nightclub. You walked through the crowd of people, Jeremy following behind you. You saw Dave still sitting there, a full drink waiting beside him. "Dave! How'd it go?"

"Well, little genius over here gave me the wrong I.D. So, I had to pull some bullshit together. It worked, nonetheless."

You sat beside Dave, and Jeremy sat beside you. You passed the drink to Jeremy, reluctantly. But, Dave almost went to jail for this drink, you aren't going to waste it.

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Many drinks later, you find yourself standing with Dave, you had no clue where Jeremy went, if he is even still here. You look at Dave, not listening to what he was saying.

"-and I'm just really lucky to have ya, (Y/N)," You heard. You look at him. You noticed something was off about his shirt.

"Oh, Dave, you're shirt zippers undone. Hold this for me," You handed him your drink, and put the now free hand on his chest, holding the shirt. The other hand got the zipper back up into place. You look back at Dave and see his face is red. "Are you okay? You aren't getting sick, right?"

"Nah, I'm fine, darlin'. Ya being so close is getting to me, is all." Dave says, smirking. He handed you back your drink. You looked behind him.

"Oh no," You whispered. Behind Dave, you saw Jeremy talking to Mr. Guy. "Dave, we should go..."

Dave turned around, following your stare. "Speak of the devils..." Phil said. Dave grabbed your free hand and walked with you the short distance over to the two others.

"Phil! What on Earth are ya doing here?" Dave asked, wrapping an arm around your waist. You turn your head away, not wanting to show how flustered you were.

"Looking for you two, actually," Phil told us. He sounded annoyed, and you couldn't blame him. The people in here were obnoxious as hell.

"Awww, really? Well, now that yer here you oughta join us!" Dave let your waist go, before grabbing your hand again. You didn't notice he was this touchy before. Phil took off his glasses, clearly annoyed. "Are ya thinkin' about it?"

"I'm thinking about if two weeks is enough to find three new employees."

"Phil, don't be suck a stick in the mud. How many times in yer life will ya have the opportunity to get a drink on Fazbear's tab?" Phil was certainly thinking about what Dave was saying. You couldn't agree more with his words. "Couldn't we enjoy at least a few hours of this trip? Pretty please?"

Phil sighed, accepting his thoughts. "One... One drink."

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Hi! You made it to the end. Finally, I know. I felt bad that the last chapters didn't reach 1500+ so I hopefully made up for it here. I have to alert you guys; I actually love watermelon slushies. They are delicious, but I know many people despise them, so I used that instead. I really hope you've been liking the chapters. I'm so happy that this book has gotten this far in such a short amount of time. I hope the support will continue for future chapters as well. I think the romance aspect of this book, is finally coming (if you couldn't already tell). Thank you, and have a good day/night!