Daisy's invited out for happy hour

Daisy was in a daze until it was almost 5 PM. It wasn't that she usually did a lot of work (there were benefits to being a partner's favorite) but she was totally out of it that afternoon. Mr. Johnson had been especially thorough that day. She didn't even notice when Sammie and Paul sidled up to her cubicle and peeked over the top.

"Workin' hard or hardly workin'?" Sammie quipped as she threw her arms over the top of the corkboard wall. She was a tall girl in her mid-to-late twenties. Daisy had never figured out exactly how old. She was slim, just like Daisy, but she had dyed red hair in a pixie cut. Mr. Johnson sometimes said that he missed the days when women couldn't look so "unprofessional" in the office. He usually said that when Daisy was bent over half-naked though, so he was a bit of a hypocrite. Today she was wearing a white-and-grey striped blouse with khaki pants. They fit her just right.

"Hardly workin', obviously," said Paul. He was dark skinned and around Daisy's height, in good shape and a pretty snappy dresser. He wore more colors than most guys in the office, and it made him a favorite among some of the ladies.

"Hey," complained Daisy, but they were right. She really hadn't done anything today. Most of the time she just tried to put on appearances so people wouldn't ask questions about how she stayed employed when she got nothing done.

"Don't worry, we aren't here to pick a fight," Paul said. "We're going out to Mystique after work for some drinks and wondered if you want to join. It'll be us and some of the other peons."

Normally Daisy didn't go out with the team, since she usually had to run home and shower after work, if she wasn't meeting Mr. Johnson for a 'date' right after. Tonight, though, her schedule was totally empty. Her quick thinking with her mouth when the boss had started groaning meant she didn't even have to clean herself up, either. "That sounds great," she said. "Just give me a minute to pack up and I'll meet you downstairs?"