Bar

"There is a bar down the street," you say.

"Is it alright to drink during office hours?" Jennifer asks.

"Just don't get sloshed.

You get to the bar and Jennifer immediately orders a pink mixed drink. You stick to your usual. The conversation is a bit rough at first, she says she's been an intern with the company for the same amount of time as Jeff and yet you don't remember her.

You notice as the conversation continues on that Jennifer's bar stool is slowly inching closer to you. Her perfume is enticing and you have to stop yourself from placing your hand on her ass several times. She looks deeply into your eyes.