"You look flushed. Are you OK?" Robert asked as she was leaving the back room.
"Oh yeah boss man, the boys were talking about buying me some shots, whiskey of all things. Must have made me all hot and bothered."
Robert gently pushed her back into the back room. "Then these guys won't mind if you sneak one with me. What do you say? I hate fucking Monday's, I'm hungover, and Cindy was up all night screaming at me so I couldn't even enjoy my drunk. what do you say?"
"Well you're the boss. Well sort of. So line 'em up."
Robert grabbed a bottle of Southern Comfort from a shelf and opened it. He took a long swig and passed it to Sheila. "let's just stay back here for a second. If those assholes see us drinking then they'll want us to join them and I'm not really in a mood to have company. Present company excluded."
Sheila took a big gulp then passed the bottle back "Then you're in the wrong line of work chief."
"Well no one drinks at a hotel bar on Monday afternoon but these too guys. I was hoping it'd be dead so i could nurse this hangover and call Cindy. maybe even get some of this back room stored away since I didn't clean up after shipment came Friday."
"Well you do what you need to Rob, those guys are just drinking beers so i can handle that. Go call your wife. I'll go babysit the drunks."
They each took another gulp and closed the bottle up. "Thanks, your the best Sheila." Robert went to give her a small kiss on the cheek but Sheila was expecting it and had started to turn to leave and turned right into Robert's lips. |