“Children’s party?” Amy suggested.
“Too early,” Jaimie frowned.
“This was on 34th Street, right?” Eric smirked.
“No, Union Station — Oh, you!” Jaimie palmed his arm, harder than she intended. Two of her hands reached for her glasses, the others poured herselves more wines. Most of it went in.
“Dressup Friday,” Amy offered. Jaimie’s frown deepened. “You’ve been out of the city too long, girl! Offices do it in December. Christmas sweaters, you know?” Jaimie nodded. “The old guy’s probably pleased he can still get into his coat from the seventies.”
“Game time!” said Eric. “Tell us something nobody knows…”
*as defined here. I intended to do one of mine each day throughout December, Gail intended something a bit different, this is the result so far. If you’d care to join us on this, you’ll be welcome, but please ask first or we’ll get into a terrible mess. Oh, and use the tag 100wordstory.
