Kimber wasn't exactly wearing a t-shirt with Michael's face on it, or anything, but she definitely looked like she was stuck in the eighties.. Moreso than usual. "You're so tight all the time," she complained. "Come have a drink." She retrieved a wineglass for Carrie and gestured to the bottles on the counter. She'd acquired them over time--housewarming gifts, album deals.. She rarely drank, so they became 'for a special occasion' bottles. They were nothing hugely extravagent or rare, but they were still very good wines.
Kimber let Carrie choose her own wine before refilling her glass with the blush and sat down again. "C'mere," she said, patting a pillow nearby. She turned the record over and started side B.