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Erindipity · 10-09-2017, 05:29 PM

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Originally Posted by hermygirl

“Well somebody’s struggling to get with the holiday spirit…” Opal commented, as she wandered past Casimir’s desk to her own. Trying to work with this going on? Seemed like a lost cause to her. She hadn’t decorated her own desk as much as some of the others, but it did play host to a couple of large charmed snow globes, and a basket of homemade goodies from her own kitchen. Iced gingerbread biscuits and coffee flavoured fudge, which her room mates had assured her were both edible. Free for colleagues and visitors alike to take, not that she was expecting many of the latter to pop by to her desk, given she was somewhat of an unknown. Some of her former WADA colleagues, perhaps?

For now though, she dropped her notebook and quill on her desk and turned to the nearby grumpy guts. “Would a shot of something strong help?”

Grunt.

She got a grunt at first. "Not much for the holidays anymore, ya know." Not that he intended to go into much detail about why, but rest assured it had something to do with the woman that got away... and stomped his heart to shards with her designer shoes before walking away with another man. A much LESSER man at that. But now was not the time to think of such things, was it? Nope. Casimir had fought really hard to get over that witch and was not going to back slide now that it was Christmas time. BAH!

Shaking himself from his thoughts he let his eyes fall on Opal, a small smirk playing at his lips. "What ya got?" he asked as he opened his own desk drawer and drew out a crystal decanter and two glasses. Yeah, yeah cliche for a writer to keep a drink in his desk but man, deadlines were Hell. "Got any plans for the hols? Aside from this atrocity, that is?" Polite conversation and all. Not to mention he was simply curious by nature.

10-09-2017, 05:29 PM	#5 (permalink)
Erindipity DMT Mountain Troll Join Date: Jul 2009 Posts: 23,573 x8	Quote: Originally Posted by hermygirl “Well somebody’s struggling to get with the holiday spirit…” Opal commented, as she wandered past Casimir’s desk to her own. Trying to work with this going on? Seemed like a lost cause to her. She hadn’t decorated her own desk as much as some of the others, but it did play host to a couple of large charmed snow globes, and a basket of homemade goodies from her own kitchen. Iced gingerbread biscuits and coffee flavoured fudge, which her room mates had assured her were both edible. Free for colleagues and visitors alike to take, not that she was expecting many of the latter to pop by to her desk, given she was somewhat of an unknown. Some of her former WADA colleagues, perhaps? For now though, she dropped her notebook and quill on her desk and turned to the nearby grumpy guts. “Would a shot of something strong help?” Grunt. She got a grunt at first. "Not much for the holidays anymore, ya know." Not that he intended to go into much detail about why, but rest assured it had something to do with the woman that got away... and stomped his heart to shards with her designer shoes before walking away with another man. A much LESSER man at that. But now was not the time to think of such things, was it? Nope. Casimir had fought really hard to get over that witch and was not going to back slide now that it was Christmas time. BAH! Shaking himself from his thoughts he let his eyes fall on Opal, a small smirk playing at his lips. "What ya got?" he asked as he opened his own desk drawer and drew out a crystal decanter and two glasses. Yeah, yeah cliche for a writer to keep a drink in his desk but man, deadlines were Hell. "Got any plans for the hols? Aside from this atrocity, that is?" Polite conversation and all. Not to mention he was simply curious by nature.