When he approaches with the drinks, Midge slides further into the booth and pats the vinyl seat next to her. No need for him to sit on the other side when they can be much closer on the same side of the table.
“Thank you,” she says as she takes the drink and holds it up to him. “To you surviving the party and making your boss happy.” Midge clinks her glass against his and takes a sip.
It’s definitely not as smooth as the whiskey she usually drinks. Midge feels it burn the whole way down, but she’ll still drink it.
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Date: 2024-12-26 01:19 am (UTC)“Thank you,” she says as she takes the drink and holds it up to him. “To you surviving the party and making your boss happy.” Midge clinks her glass against his and takes a sip.
It’s definitely not as smooth as the whiskey she usually drinks. Midge feels it burn the whole way down, but she’ll still drink it.