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The Office Christmas Party
“We’ll never speak of this again.”
Janis knew she had drunk one too many fireballs when she woke up in the spare office with a suitcoat on top of her. Frowning, she tried to remember how she had ended up in this compromising position — especially because one glance under the jacket revealed that she still had her undergarments in place.
Then the night came back in flashes.
Tim from HR had challenged her to see how many shots they could do before one of them conceded. After a cup of spiked egg nog, she had been all too willing to join in the evening’s festivities with gusto. She had even been wearing the oversized ugly sweater she had gotten in the office’s White Elephant gift exchange: an exaggerated version of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer stared out at any passers-by.
Tim’s liquor of choice had been tequila, but Janis had opted for the remaining dregs of fireball whisky. She hadn’t expected to finish off the rest of the bottle in five rounds, though Tim put up a good enough fight that she had to admit he was a worthy adversary. By the third shot, it had crossed her notice that Tim was actually kinda cute in a nerdy-Clark-Kent kind of way. Or maybe that had just been the haze of the liquor on its fast track through her system.
