Goodbye Dinner, Tea and Speeches

Dinner was a delightful, chaotic event. Gemma was sitting in the middle of the table, everyone wanting to be able to talk with her, and you and Sabrina allowed the others to crowd around with her so they could get more time since you’d have her to yourselves later in the evening. It wasn’t like either of you were getting ignored, though. Sabrina was at the far end from you, chatting with Becca and Charlotte when they weren’t engaged with Gemma, and that left you with Tasha and Becks at your end of the table.

You got caught up on news from Tasha first - she was almost fit to bursting, excited to let you know she’d been awarded a ‘Regular’ spot at the Comedy Club since she was starting to be a crowd draw. It didn’t mean she was really making any more money, so she wasn’t quitting her job at the bookstore any time soon, but it did mean she got set spots outside of the Open Mic nights and could work on a full thirty-minute set instead of the five or ten-minute ones that she’d been restricted to before.

You congratulated her and made sure that her news made it down to the other end of the table, and she absolutely beamed that you made the effort. Then, after letting the good vibes linger, you lowered your voice and gave her the super-brief version of what you knew about what was going on with Mosche and Iris. Tasha admitted that his ostracization at the club had come to an end already, or at least the level of poking fun at him had returned to normal levels, but that she was still holding a grudge and felt honestly worried for Iris. You agreed on that last point.

Becks jumped in then.

“All you need to do is some cyber-sleuthing,” she said. “Figure out a social media account we can message her on, and then I could send her an ‘anonymous’ warning about what he did - what did he do?”

Tasha made a face, glancing down the table where the conversation was more upbeat and energetic. “I’ll tell you another time. It’s not exactly party talk.”

“OK,” Becks nodded and reached across the table and took Tasha’s hand. “If it’s that bad, then I’m already sorry and super on your side.”

“Thanks,” Tasha said with a little smile.

Were you witnessing a platonic moment or a romantic one?

The conversation pivoted, both of the ladies not wanting to drag down the vibes of the table, and Becks started telling Tasha stories about working with you and the other interns and regaling the whole table with how Sabrina had busted the face of Joy. They knew bits and pieces already but hadn’t gotten it all at once, and Becks was a good storyteller and had you laughing and groaning even when she was poking fun at you.

Appetisers got devoured, and then the mains got delivered and devoured as the conversation went on. During the meal you ended up catching some of the flirtatious attention that you were becoming used to as well. Tasha spent some time with her hand on your knee and thigh, rubbing you slowly until she found the head of your cock under your slacks and just pressed down on it lightly, cupping it as she grinned at you, knowing exactly what she was doing. Becks seemed to know something was going on and she contrived to gesture frequently towards her bust, drawing your eyes to her cleavage. At one point after their fourth round of drinks had been delivered late in the meal she even sat up and stretched, and her dress just happened to slip and you and half the table got a look at her warm, brown nipples for a moment before she quickly pulled it back up.

“Whoops!” she laughed. “Wardrobe malfunction.”

Thankfully, with the way the others were dressed and sat where you were surrounded on most sides by other diners, it was the only one that happened.

Sabrina slipped away at one point late in the meal and came back smiling like a Cheshire cat. About ten minutes later, just after your plates had been cleared, a trio of servers came out bearing pieces of mocha-flavoured ice cream cake for everyone that definitely hadn’t been ordered at the table. The ladies were thrilled, but Sabrina stood up and everyone hesitated in digging in briefly.

“I just want to say a couple of things,” Sabrina said. “First, thank you, ladies. For being our friends. Me, John and Gemma are all strangers in this city and I can honestly say, other than them, you guys have quickly become some of the best friends in my life. I am so damn thankful that we’ve met gorgeous, sexy ladies like you with giant hearts. Second, and I promise it’s the last thing because this cake is already getting soft, Gemma - when you walked into my life that first day at the office, I thought you were so pretty you were a little scary. Then you opened your mouth and I was like ‘Fuck, and she has a gorgeous accent.’ Then I found out how funny you are, and how loyal. How fierce you care about people, and how smart you are. And, the Me that’s standing here can still hardly believe it, but I can definitely say the Me of four months ago would have her mind blown, I am totally and completely shocked some days to be able to say that you’re my girlfriend. I love you, baby, and while I wish you safe travels and good reunions at home, I also need you to get your fine ass back to us as fast as possible, OK?”

Tears were spilling over onto her cheeks as Sabrina finished her little speech, and Gemma was crying as well as she smiled sweetly at her girlfriend. You weren’t ashamed at the fact that you were tearing up as well, especially considering the rest of the table gave Sabrina a light applause and murmurs of agreement while they wiped their own eyes.

“OK, dig in already,” Sabrina said, waving at you all. “And I swear if any of you complain about the calories or something tonight I’ll smash your face into it. Enjoy!”

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