Multipup, Night, OTA (MW)
Celebrations were called for, and nothing said "celebrate" to Jazz like putting on her favorite bikini, fetching a couple of cold beers from the fridge and heading up to the poolhouse for some good ol' quality time with the hot tub.
The heated water felt good on her outsides while the cold beer felt great on her insides.
Who could ask for more?
~.~
Adam had been in the middle of a last minute BBQ planning session with Joe in the Mocha when his cell phone had started ringing. Now, some twenty minutes later, he was sitting at a table by himself, head propped up in his palm, ear pressed to the phone as he nodded and listened.
"Yes, Mom, I promise. I've already taken the time off." Pause. "I don't know, sometime in the morning probably."
Meanwhile, Joe waited in the queue. He'd tried to wait out the call, but he'd finished his coffee. Now he wanted more, and maybe a muffin too...one of the ones with the crumbly bits on top. Yeah, that sounded good.