Strictly Professional

Chapter 3: Wedding talk with the boys is stupid

A/N sorry it's so late I had some work to do 😓 

Nightmare had been up a long time the previous night, just trying to figure out how on earth he was supposed to do vows for someone he'd never even met. Surely none of his friends would expect anything like that from him, but how did he know the family of the Bride wouldn't? He only had one shot, and it would be an excellent business opportunity wasted if he happened to fail.

Surely his reputation as cold had preceded him. Dream would never deceive someone, especially if it involved a certain factor in someone else's life. The girl was clearly fine with having a love free marriage if she accepted an arranged marriage. Given how protective the family was rumored to be, he doubted that they were just selling her off.

He clicked his pen as he pondered this. It was an anxious habit of his, one that usually drove whoever was in the room with him insane. Killer for one couldn't stand it, and as Nightmare's bodyguard he was the one who was subjected to it the most. Nightmare always thought of it as karma for being so nosy when it came to everybody else.

He sighed and stood up from his chair. As usual, he was wearing business attire; a simple white button up shirt with some slacks and a black tie. He turned to face Killer, gesturing with his hand for the other to follow him as he straightened his tie to head out the door. Killer grinned and lazily trailed after him.

"Are we going to that bachelor party now? You know, it's kinda funny that you're getting married tomorrow huh? I've heard she's a real cutie though; wouldn't call it a loss if I were you."

Nightmare groaned as he called the elevator to their floor. He genuinely wouldn't be surprised if Killer decided to flirt with his soon-to-be wife. It didn't bother him though; if she wanted to find love it wasn't a problem. As far as he was concerned, they were only married in legal terms and publicity terms.

"Really Killer? You know I have absolutely no interest in it like that. This is a business transaction that comes along with some unfortunate events I must attend. Although I'm sure you'll have plenty of fun, unlike most of us who will be there."

Killer smiled smugly and shrugged. He absentmindedly began throwing his knives up and down, which Nightmare made sure to keep an eye on. He didn't tell him to stop though, given that wasn't really his responsibility.

"I bet the others will have fun too. Cmon, it's your last night being one of us! I know you don't see it like that, but you might as well have fun and enjoy having time off work. At least you can celebrate finally being free of all the suitors!"

Nightmare grumbled in response as the elevator arrived at their floor. Nightmare stepped in, followed by Killer. As they headed down, Nightmare turned a special lock so nobody would get on the elevator with them on the way down. He had this specially installed not only so he could avoid awkward scenarios, but also because sometimes people would try and use that as some sort of "meet cute."

It was annoying that he had to do it, but he wasn't lacking for the money he needed to do that type of modification. He pulled out his phone to check his messages. As unrefined as it was, he often used a group chat to communicate with his inner circle. Much to his chagrin, some of them used this method of communication for more trivial things.

Nightmare reached the level which he had converted into his personal garage, scanning his keycard for entry. Killer just chuckled. Only a grumpy rich person would keep his own living quarters and garage in the office skyscraper. Then again, the media would never think to look here, so it was somewhat ingenious.

Nightmare grabbed a pair of keys off some hooks on the wall at random; and of course it ended up being a black sports car. He had been hoping to be lowkey, but he honestly couldn't care enough to pick again. He opened the door and sat in the driver's seat, Killer sliding in next to him.