Who: Joan & Sharon When: November? Where: Joan’s place What: Drinks!
It’d been a while since Sharon and Joan had had a chance to hang out. And Sharon just happened to grab a bottle of a very nice, late-fruit Zinfandel. It was sweet and light, and chilled to perfection. After work she changed into some comfy clothes, then headed over to Joan’s apartment and knocked on the door. Hopefully her friend would be home this evening, and available to hang out and have some wine.
Wrapping up a few bills, starter case reports and one online consultation with one of her New York colleagues, Joan was more than ready to call it a night. It seemed to be a problem she had in any world, her slight workaholic tendencies. It didn’t help that she lost track of time and just carried on regardless.
But the knock at the door forced her to step away from the work at the kitchen table, answering the door to Sharon with a smile, “Hey neighbour, c’mon in.” It was definitely a welcome surprise, being so close to one another it meant casual drop ins were generally welcome.
Sharon grinned, holding up the bottle. It was more a dessert wine than anything else--super sweet, but still light and fruity. She stepped in. “Hey. I thought it was time for a wine night. I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” Heaven forbid Sharon knock and disturb Joan on a date, or something.
“Nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow.” She needed to stop working so late into the day, before she completely lost what she could possibly have of a social life. Grabbing glasses from the kitchen, Joan gave a wave towards the living room, “Make yourself at home.”
The roosters were settled in the pen she had made outside and Clyde’s terrarium was along the far wall, it meant there wasn’t the chaos of animals running around now that Joan had gotten her home organised how she liked it. Glasses in hand, she settled on the sofa herself, laying out a placemat for the bottle on the coffee table. “I probably need this more than I know.”
“Thanks.” Sharon headed toward the kitchen to dig a bottle opener out of the drawer, then followed Joan into the living room. It wasn’t the first time the two of them had had a girls’ night in, so she was pretty comfortable making her way around her friend’s apartment. (It also helped they had the same floor plan.)
She moved into the living room and opened the bottle on the coffee table. “All work and no play, Joan.” Sharon teased. Then poured them each a hefty glass. “Working on anything interesting?”
“I know, I know.” She really needed to find some hobbies again, before all of her life became nothing but work. “I’m working on that too.” The wine nights with Sharon were becoming a little more routine, a little more like a thing they did every couple of weeks, moving closer to every week. It would work nicely for them, this close and all.
“Well, so long as I’m around to help draw you out of your paperwork.” Sharon lifted her glass in a toast. “We should go out and do this sometime. To a bar or a club… maybe go dancing. What do you think? We can be each other’s wingman.”