Hiya Shadyoaks…
Flatmates tend to regale me with their work stories, but last night couldn’t be bothered hearing about a little win I’d had that made me feel a bit better about some stuff that’s gone down…long story, but our marketing people need me on board because we’re pitching for some very important objects to come here on loan, and they need my expertise and reputation in this area. I don’t talk shop at home much, but this was important enough for me to mention.
One flatmate broke into the middle of one of my sentences to say brightly “Oh, I’ve just finished my drink! I’ll have another!” She spoke over me to say this.
The other just wandered away.
Right, fine, then - guess I no longer need to feign any interest in your interminable work anecdotes that you like to foist on me, regardless of what I’m doing. Just so’s we’re clear, flatmates.
Female flatmate may regret this treatment when she comes away with me and she’s expecting tomorrow any special pieces from my vintage collection. I’ll lend her some material, but the really spectacular jewelery and gowns? Um…no.
I may or may not replace the rum I drink.
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mmejavert said:
I sooooooo want to drink Doctor Pepper + rum with you right now
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