hey, stay beautiful baby

[tom]

It was amazing to roll on up outside of Grauman's Chinese Theatre to greet the fans and fellow cast members in a motherfucking tank. Him and Sharlto felt on top of the world, though it wasn't their first time in a tank considering they filmed in one for the movie. But still, it was epic. This month was going to be a busy one, or at least the first half of June was. Thomas Quinn was in LA for the premiere of his latest film The A-Team and they would also be attending Spike TV's 4th Annual "Guys Choice Awards" and the 2010 MTV Movie Awards. Then it was back to New York to appear on The Late Show with David Letterman before jetting off to Paris for a photocall.

But all of that was for another day and Tom wasn't worrying about it as he carried a 901 Silver Tequila cocktail in his hand, enjoying the atmosphere at the after party for the premiere were a selection of the attendees and cast members were hanging out. Tom was in his element. He didn't care if people thought it sucked and the movie flopped, he didn't care if the people who had told him this evening that the film was great were lying just to be two-faced or even just to be too nice. He had had a blast filming it, reliving a show he knew his mother was a really big fan of when he was younger. He felt like a big boy playing with toys again during this movie, he got to play with guns, planes and tanks.

It had been an exciting and exhilarating adventure and it really awoke the childlike Tom who would play about with his little army men toys or use an imaginary gun in the backyard. And being able to do stunt work was something else, he had never done a movie of this calibre before. Though he still got to be the comedian and he was still seen as the suave gent, he really worked hard on this. He wanted it to be entertaining and he liked it. So that was good enough for him. He stood with an empty glass which was beyond unacceptable and excused himself from the company of a few folk he didn't know too well to move to the bar - the entire capacity of the Tropicana Bar at Hollywood's Roosevelt Hotel had been closed off for this after party.

Tom stood tall at his 6ft3 height, dressed dapperly in one of his favourite black three piece suits and he pressed his hands on the bar's countertop, smiling at the petite bartender as came to serve him. "Hey. Can I get a glass of Jameson, please?" he said politely, in his smooth deep voice, giving her a charming smile. He flirted without even realising it sometimes.

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NOTES: Tagged for Didgeridoo and set at the hotel's Tropicana Bar on June 3. C5473B

[didge]

"Could you make that two?" She said as she walked up to the counter. Bridget drinking whiskey? It was rather uncanny, but after watching the A-Team, it had gotten her into a rather masculine mood. Not masculine in a sense that she began to check out women, but that she suddenly had the urge to drink something unfeminine. She ignored the bemused look on the female bartender's face and faced the man who had just ordered the same drink. "Hi Tom," she smiled, "well done on the movie. Those shirtless scenes were like, wow. The sixty-something year old woman beside me was drooling," she paused before continuing on, "Who knew Meryl Streep could be such a cougar." Then she laughed indicating that she'd been joking. Meryl Streep wasn't sitting beside her in the theatre, she wasn't even there - actually Bridget had been sitting beside an older male who looked like he was far from drooling. He was in fact sulking about how bad it was. Bridget had to literally turn her head and ask him to shut up and leave if he didn't like it.

In all honesty, she didn't think it was bad at all. Being a girl in an all girl household, she never had the appreciation for boy toys, big tanks and G.I. Joe. And she was always too girly to play army-related games as she'd been told by the boys down the street. Her little sister had even laughed when Bridget mentioned that she was going to attend the premiere just because she felt like it. Her sister's response: "Good luck, chuck." Well Chuck could go home now and tell her sister that she felt no repulsion towards "boys stuff". However, she couldn't really go home right at the moment considering she was at the Roosevelt for the after-party - an event she was always up for. Bridge considered it a good place to catch up with former co-stars and meet potential future ones too.

It just so happened that she'd spotted Tom heading towards the bar as she was in the middle of conversation with a small group of the party's guests. She too excused herself before making her way to the same place and was hoping she would catch him and say a small 'hi' and have a quick catch up on life. Two years they had to catch up on for it was the last time they'd seen each other at the premiere for Yes Man. Then coincidentally, two years before that, it had been for Failure to Launch. Thinking about it now, she found it slightly amusing how they kept seeing each other every two years. Odd, but amusing. "So how's life? We keep seeing each other every two years, we could start a tradition."

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[tom]

"Could you make that two?"

He'd know that voice a mile off. The second it hit his ears he grinned and turned to face the familiar brunette, an old co-star and an old friend. Bridget Dwyer, who featured in both Failure to Launch and Yes Man. On set of the first film, he was a little put off by her attitude, the way she was so monotonous and blunt in real life like her character Kit. However, through the duration of the film and especially after it, he warmed up to her. It was after the second film that Bridget really grew on him. Perhaps it was the comedic and light-hearted tone to the movie and around the set that just made them get along much better. Either way, he was happy to see her here. "Hello Bridget." responded Tom, who smiled as she gave her verdict on the movie.

The film was receiving a mixed response from the critics, and old A-Team fans alike. Even the old cast members had negative things to say about it. Did Tom care? Well, maybe a little bit. But on a whole, not much. "You really think so? Thank you!" said Tom with a pleased expression to match his pleased tone. For all he knew, she could have just been saying that, in the same way you told a friend that they looked great when it wasn't exactly true or you told the cook of a meal that it was superb when it wasn't. However, he also knew that the Didge was one honest and blunt, to-the-point kind of woman. If anyone was going to tell you the truth about something, it would probably be Bridget! Which Tom was thankful for, at least you could rely on someone who wasn't the press to tell you how it was. Be straight with you and not bullshit you because you were "famous", like you had to be pleased or the world would end.

He chuckled when Didge began to joke about cougars. Hey, he wouldn't say no to HBIC Meryl Streep. "Amazing, you know you've made it in this industry when Meryl wants your body." he grinned and took a drink of his Jameson. "If I said fantastic, I feel like I'd be boasting. So I'm just going to say it's good. Life is real good." said Tom. It was true, he couldn't think of anything that he could complain about. "It seems like the tradition has been made for us, although it's sad we're not working together again. But I'm hearing nothing but good things about your ventures into the music side of the business. How are things going with you?" asked Tom. Last thing he had heard was Vintage September being added to the line-up of Lollapalooza. It was a shame he'd be in Paris during the event, he'd loved to have gone and supported her.

[didge]

Bridget had to admit that playing a character like Kit was fun but over-exaggerated for her. Well, she was actually an over-exaggerated version of herself. However it was always those kind of characters that she looked forward to playing because they were challenging, and no actor wanted to play a character that was too easy. Though if she had to choose who she related more to, there was no doubt that would say Summer Finn from (500) Days of Summer. It was the whole aspect of love and the way Summer interpreted it that left Bridget pinning for the role in the first place. Though in reality her friends had complained that Summer was a bitch, Bridget completely understood where the girl stood at when it came to the word love. She also had to love the soundtrack - The Smiths were her favourite band.

Those experiences were definitely something she was going to miss about being an actress. That, and she was also going to miss working with great actors like Tom! "I really think so! I love seeing you in these comedic roles, we need more pretty faces in roles like that I think." She smiled, glad to know how much he appreciated her comment. Did he know that other people thought it sucked? Probably. But Didge had thought of it as a good film, and that was all that mattered. Touche, she was quite blunt and strongly believed in honesty. She wouldn't have taken too well to people complimenting her movies when in fact they didn't like it. Talk shows and live interviews were sometimes a challenge for her seeing as the hosts sounded so generic when talking about how great a film was. She had to usually restrain herself from saying, "really? did you really think it was that great?" especially if the movie got bad reviews. Once she even blurted out, "Did your producers say that?" But thank goodness she quickly made it sound like a joke or else it would have looked awkward on screen and she would have never been invited back on. Her publicist however saw right through it and wasn't so pleased.

She laughed at his response to her Meryl Streep joke, "I know right?" She said as she took her own drink and looked at Tom as he momentarily commented on his life. "No way. That wouldn't be boasting at all. I mean, look at you, you've got this blockbuster film out, you're one of Hollywood's hottest 'it' guys AND you rolled up in a tank. Nothing says 'fantastic' more than a tank." She said as she swirled her glass, creating a somewhat liquid twister with her undrunk drink in hand. "Life for you is fantastic. Don't deny it. It doesn't hurt to get a big head once in a while." That was true. But if at any time that big head decided to get bigger and bigger, then Didge could always find him and help him deflate it.

"I completely agree! They should make a movie just for us... although that means I'd have to come out of retirement. But then again, I would have made a great Murdock or Hannibal." She said referring to the characters in the film of course. How were things going with her? "Yeah, it's great. This whole music composition is really taking off for me. Y'know, I'm doing what I love doing, and that's what matters." Pause. "Oh hey!" Bridget sounded as if a light bulb had turned on above her head, "You should come down to Chicago and watch us play at Lollapalooza. That's if you're into the music festival scene. I saw Jeremy Piven there once... a douche, but a tasteful douche." Tasteful in music that was. She didn't care if he was thirty something, heck even fifty year olds went. It would have been nice to know someone besides her own band and her sisters who were intent on going even before Vintage September were added to the lineup. The Dwyers were a rather musical family. And if he had the time, papa Dwyer would have gone too.

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[tom]

Comedy was great, he'd pretty much done comedy in the majority of his films. Being able to mix action, romance and comedy was a lot of fun. "Aww." Tom cooed and sighed in an over-exaggerated manner as she paid him compliment after compliment. "You're gonna make me blush." he said and smiled. The moment Bridget mentioned the tank, Tom's eyes light up and a big smile came on his face. "Ahhh. I know, right?" he said, with this excited undertone to his voice. "I was so awesome!" Alright, the excited undertone was now just an excited tone. He couldn't help it, it was one of those moments were you felt like a little boy again and had gotten to do something you'd always wanted to do. Again, despite the fact that they filmed in a tank. That was in character. This was them, rolling down a street in Los Angeles in an army tank! It was unreal and he loved it. "I felt like a little kid..." admitted Tom and grinned cheekily at the very phrase.

She had a point, there were certain times when you were allowed to boast and have an ego. And this was one of those moments. "Then I'm fantastic. Really, really fantastic." Could he come across, as being anymore content with life? I don't think so. He couldn't help it, things were just going right. And nothing seemed to be able to wipe the smile off his face or cast a dark cloud over his good mood. Which was a great thing! "You know, I should have suggested you for the part. What a team we'd have made, huh?" he joked, though it would have marked the next step in their two year tradition. "I can just picture you testing the rotor blade by hanging onto it and spinning it around while singing you spin me right round baby right round" said Tom, who spoke the lyrics in a sing-song voice in the tune of the song. And then he laughed. Seriously, he could really imagine it. And it cracked him up.

"Oh, Bridge, I really do want to." he sighed, showing his distaste at the fact that he had to be out of the country during the festival. Upside to that was, he was going to Paris! He'd be able to see the musical duo play live somewhere else, but he'd really wanted to catch them at the festival. "We're in Paris when it's happening so I'm going to have to miss it. I saw you guys were on the line-up and got all excited, went to purchase some VIP tickets and then saw the date." Tom said and shook his head, mumbling "Just typical." before taking a drink. "Another time though? I'd love to come out and see you guys." And he meant it. He had enjoyed the sound of her voice since he heard it on the Yes Man soundtrack. Bridget had this old-fashioned sounding voice, it sounded like it belonged in another era entirely sometimes depending on the song. He loved it, even though it was different from his usual preference in music.

[didge]

"Yes, well, it is my sole mission in life to make you blush... and I think I've succeeded." She laughed as she gazed down at her drink and continued, "It's not fair that you get to make other people blush with your charm and good-looks Mr. "I've been seen around with Renee Zellweger". Now it's the people's turn! And don't you think I haven't read the papers, well Google anyway," she nudged him with a smirk, "didn't take you for someone who'd go for cougars..." and she paused to calculate the difference between his age and Renee's, realising that it wasn't much at all. "... five years older." Then she laughed. Bridge figured that they were only rumours started by the tabloids to give themselves something to talk about on this actor who was to star in one of the Summer's blockbuster films. She silently nodded as he mentioned feeling like a little kid again, and she could agree, with the tanks, and the army content and... barrels. With that grin, Bridget could tell that he had fun filming - which was very important indeed.

She gave an amused smile when he finally admitted that he felt fantastic, "That's the spirit." It gave her a nice warm feeling inside to know that her friend was really going somewhere - she could find joy within other people's success sometimes. here, she felt proud of tom, and now felt like doing another movie with him. "Oh well, next time. But you're right, we would have totally made a great team. How about in two years time?" Although that meant she would have had to come out of retirement. "We could do a Kick-Ass, superhero parody type of film considering the entertainment industry's doing a lot of hero concept films." She actually sounded rather serious about that. "We'll gender swap to make it crazier." That part wasn't so serious. Oh my, singing that song? "What a great song... doing that would be the highlight of my career..." her voice trailed off in a reminiscent manner and she sighed with a smile on her face - a smile that didn't seem to go away since first talking to Tom. She could imagine doing that scene as well, and well, it brought on an amused laugh.

It was sad to hear that he couldn't go and watch them play. "Aw, no!" Then again, he got to go to Paris - the consequences of missing her band play at Lollapalooza. "Got all excited? Haha, that's so sweet. Oh well though," she shrugged in the same manner as when they were talking about working together, "next time." It was after that that she finally took a good look down at her glass of Jameson before taking a sip of it. That was the first time she'd ever drunk one, and so she took a few seconds to get used to the flavour, the taste, and the aftertaste. "Well, we'll be playing at the Hollywood Bowl in a few weeks time. If you're not busy with promotion I'll get you tickets... or... a ticket if you're not inviting Zellweger." She joked just before taking another drink. Suddenly she raised her hand up to attract the same female bartender as before, "Could I get two tequilas please?" Which only garnered another bemused look. Perhaps she was thinking that Bridget wanted two tequilas to herself, in that case, what an alcoholic Bridget was. However, it didn't seem so anymore as Bridget pushed one of the shot glasses towards Tom after they'd been prepared, "Think of this as my congratulatory present."

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[tom]

Oh god. He couldn't understand how that came about! Well, other than the fact that you get pictured with someone more than once, or having lunch or walking in a park together and suddenly the media told everyone you were dating. Tom, and Renee Zellweger? Yeah, I don't think so. She wasn't exactly his type. They had just met on the set of a movie that he had a small cameo part in. Tom snorted and cocked an eyebrow, giving him a suave and suggestive look. "Just building up my experience with an older lady, before Meryl gets her claws into me. I want to be ready." Tom said cheekily and he finished his drink, setting down the glass and sliding it across for the bar staff.

He'd forgotten what a good laugh it was to be around Bridget. Sure, she came across as blunt and indifferent a lot of the time but she did so with a great deal of humour. She was a funny bird and he enjoyed it, he could be relaxed and himself around Bridget. He pretended to ponder on the idea for a moment, resting his big hand on the surface of the bar. "Well, I do look pretty good in purple." he chirped, referring to the colours worn by Hit Girl in the movie, taking on board the gender swap and all. "And I'd imagine that you would look fantastic in a green bodysuit, I'm just saying." said Tom and nodded his head. "Perfect, I expect you fully trained in two years time." Oh, if only. I'd give anything to see him dressed as Hit Girl.

Work was work, he was a committed actor and he had to do his bit. If he blew off his scheduled plans and went to a music festival, he would look like a complete dick! And it was Paris. Seeing them at the Hollywood Bowl sounded much more convenient, he could probably make that if it didn't clash with any filming schedules. Didn't even matter if he was home in New York, he would fly into Los Angeles and stay a few days. "Absolutely, next time. I'll go out of my way to make it!" he said, though that really all depended on his agent and what he had lined up. But Tom could be very persuasive. "Tickets, I'll have to bring that sister of mine." he smiled, referring to his little sister Christina, who wasn't actually little anymore at twenty eight and married. But she would always be his little sister!

He stood beside Bridget as she ordered a tequila shot each for the both of them and said "I like the way you think." with a big grin, rubbing his hands together as he watched that devilish drink being poured into the glasses. He took his and nodded his head. "I'll say thank you now, because I won't be as grateful in the morning." he said with a chuckle and took the glass to his lips, knocking the stuff back and turned that glass upside down, lightly placing it on the bar. He whistled appreciatively. "That shit's good." he smiled.

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notes: goshh, i'm sorry this is dreadful m'darling.

[didge]

Never did Bridget ever consider that dating younger men would be all the rage in the 21st Century. But if people like Demi Moore and Ashton Kutcher could stick together for at least seven years, then maybe Bridget herself could find a younger boy. He had to be at least eighteen though. It was funny how in the old days it was fashionable - she thought - for younger girls to get with much older men. Now it was the opposite. Bridget laughed at him, "I'm pretty sure she's married though. Lucky bastard." Meaning Meryl's husband, whoever he was. She took that answer as a no, he wasn't dating Renee then. Oh well, can't believe everything in the papers. Not like Bridget really believed what they said anyway, she only liked reading them because the stories and gossip gave her enough amusement to read more. Often she sometimes wished that she'd be in the paper so she could see what kind of stories the tabloids made about her.

She took a drink from her glass - which was still over half-way - and nodded in agreement as Tom talked of dressing in the colour purple, the colour Hit-Girl's outfit. "Hmm, purple and green would really bring out our eyes," she joked, "I'll be the envy of all Victoria's Secret models wearing a skintight costume. This'll be fun." Bridget pondered on the thought of wearing Kick-Ass' green costume, but who cared about the costumes when they had such awesome weapons? Ah yes, if only. I too would love to see him dressed as Hit Girl.

Bridget couldn't blame him for trying. He was an actor at work promoting a new movie and often these things took you places, sometimes at the most inconvenient times. Since that was the case for him, she was happy to hear that he was going to make an effort to come their Hollywood Bowl concert, which was a rather big venue. "If you don't, I'll be forced to steal you away in the night from wherever you are. Me and my band. We'll kidnap you wearing our...." she put her arms up and moved her hands up and down on the sides of her head to motion that she was wearing a balaclava. She was searching for the word and finally remembered it, "balaclavas. Wow, I was about to say "baklava". That could work too, I guess." Not really, she was kidding. Smiling, she gave herself a note to reserve two tickets, "You have a sister?" She asked before mentioning, "I have two. How old is she?"

Tequila shot time. Bridget was in the lucky percentage of people who hadn't had any bad experiences with the alcohol. She had friends - including her band mate - who told her stories of taking up to twelve shots straight in a row, and never wanting to look at tequila again. She could only imagine it, but she had yet to feel it and she was hoping that she never would. Straight in a row? That was crazy. "Enjoy!" She reached for her small shot glass in front of her and took no hesitation in downing the drink. Her face scrunched at it's aftertaste, and she then grabbed her glass of whiskey to consume about a quarter of what was left in the glass. "I know!" She said as she slammed her hand down on the counter. "I don't understand why people want to ruin it by taking a million all at once."

"Could we have another shot of tequila?" She motioned to the same bartender.

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[tom]

Tom's head tilted back as he let out a hearty laugh. Oh god, the images this was drumming up in his head. Not only him dressing up as a school girl superhero but the both of them dressed up as Kick-Ass characters. "Yes you would. And who will I be the envy of? Eleven year old girls, that's who." Tom said in a monotonous manner that better suited Bridget. Never mind that, it would be the mothers of the eleven year old girls. And they wouldn't be envying him. Wasn't the actress who played Hit Girl in 500 Days of Summer with Bridget? He was sure of it.

She seemed like such a good actress for someone so young, he hoped she managed to stay on course and not derail like some of these other former child actors and actresses. Part of him was glad that he got into this career pretty late on in life, that he went to college and he grew up with a normal childhood. It wasn't like he just fell into acting, it had been his plan for quite a while before he got there. He just wanted to lay a foundation and experience life first. And what a life it was.

That typical Tom-grin widened across his chops and he raised his eyebrows. "Kidnappers with treats, that's new. But a clever tactic." he joked. "But I'm serious. I'm dedicated to being there." Tom said sincerely. And at the mention of her sisters, he could remember one of them, an older one if he remembered rightly. But he had never meant the other. "You've got two? I didn't know that." he said. "Twenty eight." sighed Tom who shook his head in disbelief. She was a real woman, he couldn't deny it anymore and pretend she was that little girl who he used to tease but be fiercely protective of.

"Makes me feel so goddamn old, Didge." he admitted, scratching his stubbly chin absentmindedly. He was thirty five, it was nearing middle aged. But he still had a lot of youth left him! It was just when you put things into perspective: that his sister was all grown up and married, his parents were retiring and Tom himself had accomplished so much in the last ten years. He hoped to have another ten years to do even more. "And she's married now, have I told you that? Been married for just over a year now. I can't believe it. I guess one of us had to, though." he snorted, as he and everyone else knew, he wasn't getting married again any time soon.

He'd been there, done that and it didn't work out. So he was happy as a single man who didn't attach his strings to anyone - other than his dogs, of course. "Oh, I know. It takes me back to college. How I made it to class the folowing day still amazes me" said Tom. He sure as hell couldn't handle the tequila like he used to. Drinking that shit could get you into all sorts of trouble considering how quick it made you drunk, the more you knocked them back. The best example he had? He was pretty sure he had fathered a child, with the girlfriend of his college room mate and best friend. The pair were now happily married with their child. If it even was their child.

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notes: catch-up'ing ftw! take your time replying, i don't mind waiting. i know you're v. busy!

[didge]

Bridget looked at him with furrowed eyebrows and a deep giggle. When her laughter died down she relaxed her eyebrows and added to the joke, "You know it," she said, "you'll make Chloe look like a mouse. Though she's a pretty cool kid so you have a lot of shoe filling to do." Yes! The little blonde girl was in both movies, although she wasn't so little in age. Unless you considered 13 to be little. Anyway. Although Bridget had no scenes with her in the movie, they had the chance to talk and hang out at the premiere, and from what Bridget observed, she was just as grounded as any regular 13 year old. There was a lot of potential in her and Bridget greatly hoped that she wouldn't turn into one of "those girls" otherwise known as Lindsay Lohan and/or Paris Hilton.

It actually wasn't all that hard to avoid such influences, Bridget thought. It sounded a bit surprising coming from Bridge who had parents that were both in Hollywood and to top it all off, she went to Beverly Hills High - which was basically the school for the rich and famous. Having all that, she was bound to end up a wreck, but it wasn't like anyone forced you to do anything - you had the choice to say no, right? Apparently not in Lindsay Lohan's case. Bridget herself made it just fine, but if things had turned out differently, she have been drunk and high right now, and too busy partying to talk to anyone here. Or she would be in jail.

A look of suspicion loomed over her features as Tom expressed his desire to be there at their Hollywood Bowl gig. "Is that a promise or are you saying that to be polite? I'm not taking your word for it until you're reeeeally sure." Being a good friend, she really wanted Tom to be there but she also didn't want to get her hopes up, for he was a busy man after all. Though he sounded so sure, she wasn't convinced. She could always go with her kidnapping option. She mocked a gasp at his surprised reaction at her having two sisters. "How could you not have known? After all these years Tom," she joked, though look who was talking - she didn't even know he had any siblings at all. Sometimes the girl could be a bit ignorant about these things, and she wouldn't have blamed Tom for not knowing about her little sister. Abigail was hardly in the limelight and rarely went to events unlike the older Dwyer sisters.

She listened as he lamented over how grown up his sister now was - married at 28. Bridget had friends her age who were married and even had kids, "I guess you can't really do anything about it... it's life. If she's happy then that's all that matters." With that, she took another sip of her drink, putting the glass back down on the counter as she starred right ahead of her. Boy, she was going to be drunk by the end of this night, or possibly this conversation. "Do you think you'll ever get married again?" she asked, having been reminded that he was once married. That was actually the only thing she knew about him during their Failure to Launch filming days where they both felt uneasy towards the other. Who knew that in four years time they'd be sitting at a bar laughing like good old friends.

Bridget wasn't all surprised to hear of his little adventure during college - getting drunk and having to go to class the next day was pretty much every college students' ritual. Bridget herself was too focussed on her band during its days when it was a trio, but that didn't stop her from occasionally drinking and having bad hangovers the next morning. "I would have loved to see that. You stumbling into class, wild bed hair, fluffy slippers, a bathrobe... oh wait, that was me." She then laughed before realising that the bartender had already placed two more shot glasses full of tequila. Taking the one in front of her, she smiled at Tom holding her glass up as if she was about to make a toast. Then she downed the drink quickly and softly slammed the glass back down on the counter. "You know, it'd make my night a whole lot better if there was karaoke." Too bad there wasn't one, but if there was, oh the joy she would have had.

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