Sally had been kissed under the mistletoe five times so far. FIVE TIMES. She was enjoying herself entirely too much, though she still wasn't taking Pepper up on her offer of a room. No no no. Just good old fashioned flirting and making out. Harmless fun.
She laughed as she made her way through the crowd and bumped into the casually dressed man. Wait? Was that...
"Absolutely is," he said, lopsided grin on his face.
He hadn't seen Sally in ages, hadn't TALKED to her in that long. After Pepsi's lecture about going after someone younger than him (by a lot) he'd been trying to behave and not cause so many problems for his best friend.
The whole situation had helped him grow up.
Although at the same time, he probably never would. Giving her a wink, he offered a glass of champagne. "Drink up, it's free."
He gave a lazy shrug. Like he was going to get into all those details.
"I'm good. Busy. Doing my work thing, my Will thing, you know how it is. Everyone wants me, so really, how can I complain?" He flashed her a smile. "Plus, I managed to convince Tony to give me custody rights of his jet a few months ago. Now I'm living the high life." Taking a swig, he grinned.
"How about you little miss jet setter. Hear you did the European tour. Did you enjoy learning how not to bathe and shave?"
"Ewww. I so totally bathed and shaved, Will!" She nearly smacked his arm for that comment but reeled her annoyance in. "And I enjoyed myself. Greece is a beautiful country. You should totally take Mr. Stark's jet and go there if you have a chance. Specifically to the islands."
Sally nodded enthusiastically. "But just don't forget to like sing Mamma Mia songs at the top of your lungs, okay? It's so totally mandatory."
"Oh like ...this one?" Clearing his throat, same amused grin on his face, he proceeded to belt out the female part of Honey, Honey. Yes, he knew all the words and he didn't care if a few millionaires looked at him funny for it.
When he reached the male part, he cocked an eyebrow at her. "Your turn."
Sally was giggling madly but somehow managed to sing through it. "Now see, Mr. Beachum, it's those weird traits like knowing the lyrics to ABBA songs that have people seriously confused about you!"
She clasped her hands over her mouth, unable to stop laughing. "I think you'll do well in Greece though."
He gasped. "Confused? About me? And what the hell is this Mr. Beachum crap? No thanks. I'm Will. Say it with me, Sally. WILL. And I would do well in Greece. I think I told someone today that I've been in secret CEO training on some Greek island. I wonder if they believed me..."
Sally gave a little shrug. "I always preferred calling you Mr. Beachum," she informed him, grinning mischievously. "And you did not! OMG, Pepper is like gonna kill you."
She glanced around the room. "Who did you tell that was totally gullible enough to believe that?"
"Some new employee and whatever, Sally. You both know that my Pepsi Cola loves me more than life itself. She won't kill me." A pause. "Okay, she might MAIM me, but I think I'd still look adorable. Because really, she wouldn't hurt this beautiful face."
"I dunno, it ain't that beautiful of a face," Sally teased, jabbing his shoulder slightly. "I mean, maybe her like maiming it would actually add some depth or something. Make you that much more appealing."
He put a hand to his chest and winced. "Right to the heart, Sally girl. Ouch. Well it's official: I can never be with you. It's alright for you to cry by the way. It's a sad prospect, I agree."
He laughed. "Finally! The response I was waiting for! This is why I like you. You know what I want."
Clearing his throat, he snagged another glass of something, wine possibly, and took a sip. "I'm here until next year. Got time off work, I refuse to prosecute on Christmas. Not cool. So yeah. Pepsi and Rachel have a place for me to stay so yeah. I'm here. Why, you want my sexy ass? I KNEW IT."
"Alas, I've been warned off old men," she replied, giggling madly. She didn't know why she was so full of mirth. It wasn't like she'd been drinking any champagne.
"And like sides, I've already had fun with five different eligible gentlemen under the mistletoe."
She laughed as she made her way through the crowd and bumped into the casually dressed man. Wait? Was that...
"Will?"
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He hadn't seen Sally in ages, hadn't TALKED to her in that long. After Pepsi's lecture about going after someone younger than him (by a lot) he'd been trying to behave and not cause so many problems for his best friend.
The whole situation had helped him grow up.
Although at the same time, he probably never would. Giving her a wink, he offered a glass of champagne. "Drink up, it's free."
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She smoothed down her dress (what there was of it) and grinned. "How ARE you?"
She really wanted to know. She hoped he was well.
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"I'm good. Busy. Doing my work thing, my Will thing, you know how it is. Everyone wants me, so really, how can I complain?" He flashed her a smile. "Plus, I managed to convince Tony to give me custody rights of his jet a few months ago. Now I'm living the high life." Taking a swig, he grinned.
"How about you little miss jet setter. Hear you did the European tour. Did you enjoy learning how not to bathe and shave?"
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Sally nodded enthusiastically. "But just don't forget to like sing Mamma Mia songs at the top of your lungs, okay? It's so totally mandatory."
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"Oh like ...this one?" Clearing his throat, same amused grin on his face, he proceeded to belt out the female part of Honey, Honey. Yes, he knew all the words and he didn't care if a few millionaires looked at him funny for it.
When he reached the male part, he cocked an eyebrow at her. "Your turn."
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She clasped her hands over her mouth, unable to stop laughing. "I think you'll do well in Greece though."
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She glanced around the room. "Who did you tell that was totally gullible enough to believe that?"
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"Some new employee and whatever, Sally. You both know that my Pepsi Cola loves me more than life itself. She won't kill me." A pause. "Okay, she might MAIM me, but I think I'd still look adorable. Because really, she wouldn't hurt this beautiful face."
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She couldn't help but laugh again.
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She giggled and nudged him with her shoulder. "How long are you in NYC for?"
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Clearing his throat, he snagged another glass of something, wine possibly, and took a sip. "I'm here until next year. Got time off work, I refuse to prosecute on Christmas. Not cool. So yeah. Pepsi and Rachel have a place for me to stay so yeah. I'm here. Why, you want my sexy ass? I KNEW IT."
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"And like sides, I've already had fun with five different eligible gentlemen under the mistletoe."
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"What? 30 isn't old. It's the new 20. And really, if anything, you should be kissing ME under the mistletoe."
Yeah, that was the champagne talking.
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