"So tell me about you, whats going on in that big wonderful mind of yours" Anthea and Mycroft were on their fourth bottle of wine tonight and had no intention of stopping anytime before 6 am. Mycroft had recently devised a brilliant scheme involving a tennis ball, human hair and a new plan to revitalize the economy, again. This in itself was enough to call for drinks, lots of drinks, which Anthea happened to have in her possession.
Mycroft leaned back into the couch and thought about the question. A face appeared in his mind, he shook his head slightly to try to remove the image, "sir, your head is not an etch-a-sketch, tell me whats going on. Don't you think I havent noticed that vapid look on your face when we pass the yard"
no man was match for the PA's inquisition, this is especially apparent when they have had 14 glasses of wine. Mycroft caved almost instantly,(Anthea made a mental note to never let him drink this much before any negotiations) his eyes got slightly misty and he started rambling " he has theses eyes, these big brown eyes, like a puppy, I just" Mycroft shakily exhaled and dug the heel of his palm into his eyes, rubbing them furiously.
"Well, sir, with all due respect, you sound like my 15 year old sister." Anthea tittered when her boss threw her a semi-deadly look.
"Annie, I am not a 15 year old school girl, I am a man, and we men have a manly way of doing these things"
"and whats that, my?"
" I am going to call him. I AM GOING TO CALL HIM AND YELL AT HIM ABOUT FEELINGS" With that Mycroft promptly stood up and stomped his way over to the freezer in the kitchen, retrieved a large bottle of vodka and placed it on the counter with a satisfying whump
"But first, we drink"