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[ada_rubirosa]

Well, it's done.

You can all stop hating me now. Or conversely, keep on with it. I don't really care.

Consider this the start of my weekend, for which I will be unavailable for anything work-related.

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[ada_macmanus]

Drink?

[ada_rubirosa]

*laughs* I certainly wasn't expecting all these offers, and they do help my mood, but as I told Brian, I've got plans for tonight. Maybe we can all three go out next week.

[ada_macmanus]

The three of us getting drunk? Oh, that will be fun. Please tell me Mr. High and Mighty is more tolerable when he's drunk?

[ada_rubirosa]

I said drink, not drunk. Depends on what you find tolerable.

[ada_macmanus]

We're drinking but we're not getting drunk? That's no fun.

[ada_rubirosa]

You and Peluso are more than welcome to.

[ada_macmanus]

Fine, play it safe and be boring. I'll tell you that my version of "It's Five O'Clock Somewhere" is much easier on deaf ears.

[ada_rubirosa]

...if there's country music involved, I'm not going.

[ada_macmanus]

Kidding, Connie. Kidding.

I could always try my hand at Sondheim?

[ada_rubirosa]

Or you could just, you know, not sing.

[ada_macmanus]

I try to avoid it, but once Lady Whiskey has her way with me, all bets are off the table.

[ada_rubirosa]

I thought Whiskey personified was a man.

[ada_macmanus]

Oh, no -- she's female. A fine, full-bodied female.

[ada_rubirosa]

...guess you don't drink Jim Beam then. *snort*

[ada_macmanus]

Name on the bottle has nothing to do with what's inside.

[ada_rubirosa]

...you're weird.