Some festive fun.
Department Of ██████, New York office,
“Well look at you Emilie! I think the prize for most festive dress is yours.”
“Maybe, more wine?..”
Dominic felt like he’d spent the night with his head in a cement mixer.
As he opened his eyes it got worse, his alarm clock flashed that he was late.
“You look like crap Dom, did you sleep in a ditch last night?” Emaile asked him in the cheery manner that only some one that is clearly not hung over can manage.
“No i got home, but how the hell are you still up? it 3 am when i left and you where still drinking that rum.” Dominic grimiest remembering the taste.
“Continental tolerance, i’ve had more practice.
Now the bad news is the boss has given us the short straw.” Emaile sighed.
“Eh how bad can it be? just post me the details, we're on the night shift anyway so