Paige yawned and pushed herself away from the last of the spreadsheets set out before her. If she looked at any more of these she'd be in serious danger of seeing grids and cells behind her eyelids for the next six hours. Rolling her neck gave her a most satisfactory crack/click noise and the second yawn which accompanied that had a distinct vocal quality to it. Paige completed the routine by stretching her arms, fingers linked, over her head and pushing her legs out in front of her as far as they would go.
She checked the time. Not quite 7.10. Well, she thought, that wasn't too late to go out for a drink or two. Plus, tomorrow was Friday - last day before the weekend - so even a late night wouldn't be a problem for her.
Or there was always the attraction of a LONG bath - not a shower since they were far too invigorating - perhaps accompanied by a glass of wine, a trashy romance novel and several lit candles to complete the ambiance. Then, after that, there'd be sure to be something on TV. Or she could borrow a decent dvd from somebody.
And that meant she didn't have to go to all the effort to get ready and go out.
Actually, that seemed like just the thing to do.
Finding her answer to the constant loop in her head of The Clash's "Do I Stay or Do I Go?" she grinned, gathered up all her paperwork and turned to leave the room.