Post by Macbeth on Dec 4, 2011 22:21:46 GMT -5
Macbeth blushed and coughed and shuffled awkwardly. "Thanks." She'd almost forgotten that she hated parties with the fire of a thousand suns.
"So, Mush, how've you been? It's been ages!" Race said brightly, going over to the table. He took the knife from Risk, handed him Jo instead, and then set about slicing pieces off the cake and setting them on plates. These people had clearly never thrown a party before in their lives.
"So, Mush, how've you been? It's been ages!" Race said brightly, going over to the table. He took the knife from Risk, handed him Jo instead, and then set about slicing pieces off the cake and setting them on plates. These people had clearly never thrown a party before in their lives.