So much pink....

 Valentine's Day is this weekend, and I have been swamped at my day job making red velvet cake balls for two days, and pink colored white chocolate hearts with sprinkles. After soooo much pink and sugar and sweetness, I was ready to work on something not those things.
 I had an idea for a story running around in my head for a few weeks. I had gone to the debut of a new RPG game and I heard something during the worldbuilding session that made me think "That would make an awesome story!"
 After kicking it around for a bit, things began to gel. Here's a sample, enjoy!

My cell phone woke me from the sleep of the dead. I fucking hate that. I rolled over, cleared my throat a couple of times and hit the button. "Speak."  I growled, rolling over onto my back.  

 "Boss, we need you upstairs, the testers found a major issue with some of the graphics on level ten." the voice of my assistant issued from the speaker.  

 I groaned, ran a hand over my face and looked at the clock. 10 A.M. My assistant knows how much I don't do days, something must be on fire. "Give me a few and I'll be up." I told her. I levered myself out of the nest of blankets I was snuggled into, and looked for my clothes. They were on the floor where I had dropped them two hours ago. I grabbed my pants and slid off the bed into them. The shirt was next and last I jammed my feet into a pair of Crocs. I didn't bother with underwear, this was as decent as I was getting.  

 Yawning and rubbing one eye, I headed across the living room into the kitchen. I opened the fridge and took out a bottle, shaking it as I wandered across to the tablet on the counter. I powered it up and did a quick mail check while I sipped my drink, trying to get my brain lubricated enough to function. Nothing that couldn't wait. I put it to sleep and headed to the entry and the elevator.  

 The motion sensor activated elevator doors opened as soon as I approached them, the whole thing was state of the art and cost a small fortune. Luckily I had a large fortune. I stepped inside, and took a slug of my drink, letting the chill liquid slide down my throat. It was finally starting to kick in, I might just be coherent enough to deal with whatever issue had cropped up. It's a special blend that my assistant makes up for me, three parts Red Bull, two parts V-8, one part cow blood, powdered desiccated rabbit liver, Grains of Paradise and 5 grams of Moroccan honey hash. Miraculous stuff.  

 The doors closed and I told the elevator "Level Six, please." The car started upwards so smoothly it was hard to tell that it was in motion. I took another sip of my drink and swirled the bottle to keep it from settling.  

 The doors opened, and I stepped out of the car and headed down the hallway to the Pit, the big conference room that my designers liked to use for group coding sessions. I could hear them before I made it ten feet down the hall, it must be a hell of a problem.