I wrote this little naughty scene inspired by prompt 591 and my readers!

The summer office party was in full swing. Partners, associates and significant others were all milling about chatting and sipping champagne in the reception area of Roberts Ander and Tierney, or the RAT nest as the associates used to call it jokingly, much to the dismay of the naming partners. The drinks were flowing and the hors d’oeuvres were of course plentiful but tiny, with all sorts of delicious meats and seafood on toothpicks and cheese with sliced pear or figs on miniscule crackers.

Joel snuck one more unidentified cheese on cracker thing into his mouth, almost embarrassed at the number of morsels he had devoured so far. They simply didn’t seem to add up to any substantial food and weren’t nearly enough to satisfy his appetite. More than ever, he felt like “the Swedish giant”, as Mr. Ander had dubbed him in a rare outburst of quick wit. Not that Joel had joined in the laughter. With the amount of champagne being pushed his way by waiters circling like friendly but insistent sharks, he needed all the calories he could get. The bubbly alcohol had worked its dizzying magic, making the room go ever so slightly fuzzy and causing him to giggle in a rather undignified way at nothing in particular.

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Seems I'm on a prompt roll. Will take a shot at #593! Another Drift blowing together.