Friday night drinks were winding down on the 14th floor. Someone had dropped a triple cheese pizza face down on a rug. A beer bottle had toppled onto a couch and the wet spreading stain looked like someone might have peed there. The sink was piled with empty glasses and food wrappers.

There were three people left when it happened. Evan had the proto headset on. He was in the game, scything through thigh high grass and calling out for something to try to jump him. And something did - the couch. He tripped and his head hammered their delicate, incredibly expensive and super top secret head set into the bench. Solder cracked, wires tore and circuits shattered.

"Oh bro!" called out Brice, sobering up in that way people do when they see something go wrong, someone get hurt, someone coming this close to losing their job.

"We have a backup right? Tell me we did that?" Evans voice was plaintive as he pushed himself up from the floor. He slowly moved his head back and forth and scattered more prototype like popcorn.

Two, three seconds ticked by before George let him off the hook. George, the guy that followed plans. George who documented stuff. George who found the bugs, and who did all the work back in college in the group assignments. You know a George, right?

"Yes, we have a copy. You bozo. Think I'd let you play out here if we didn't have the pay dirt back in there?" He nodded back into the 'building site'.

Where here it was chaos, in there it was order. No coffee, no food, no visitors and a well-defined area to playtest the new device. Usually, nobody took anything out of the room.

"I'm sorry George, I'll clean up okay?" Evan glanced at Brice, his buddy, and Brice nodded.

George frowned, he was feeling woozy. He didn't drink much. He wanted to go home.

"Make sure it goes in the compacter guys."

He grabbed his coat and felt for his security pass. As the elevator door closed he looked at the chaos that beer and pizza could create. He wondered what the cleaning crew would think when they came up.

Brice and Evan didn't hang around. Their version of cleaning up was to peel the flipped pizza off the rug and place it in the composting bin. Evan rolled the spoiled rug up and stacked it by the fridge. He needed to pee. He posted the remains of the headset down the trash chute.

They were both urinating against the front of the building when Sadie let herself in the back.