Sometimes, Friday doesn't want to make the plans.
She felt like having a drink. She drafted a quick happy hour email. Almost immediately, the responses started trickling in –working late, does it HAVE to be at THAT bar, how about next week instead, if so-and-so is going, I’m not. After reading all of it, she still felt like she needed a drink. Alone.
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at bbc, perhaps? :-)
Brilliant. I'd accompany her, if she and I were in the same city.
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