No Excuses
Fitz bounded into Darcy's office, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. Good of you to knock', said Darcy drily, looking up from his desk. Darcy's office was spacious, but minimalist. The clean lines of the room immediately drew the eye to an arresting view of the city, displayed to full advantage by the full-length windows which formed the back wall. Airy, understated and bathed in the bright morning sunshine, the room had a warm, welcoming feel. 'Hey man, I'm just checking that you're coming for drinks tonight. Right …?' Fitz laughed at Darcy's expression. 'It's my birthday. No excuses.'
'Are you sure you want to go for drinks?' said Darcy hesitantly, 'not dinner, or something…else.'
'Come on Darcy m'man, it'll be fun. And…well, I may have asked some people from the office, so…' Fitz mumbled. Darcy raised one eyebrow, 'people from the office?'
'Yeah, y'know, good for office morale and all that…' Fitz said, avoiding Darcy's gaze.
'I see, because you've always given so much consideration to office morale in the past.' Darcy couldn't help laughing.
'Okay, fine. You got me. You know fine well who I've invited, but don't worry dude, I played it cool. And there'll be loads of us there…you never know, maybe you'll actually be able to speak to her without offending…' Fitz trailed off. 'Come on, Darcy, I need a wingman. And did I mention it was my birthday…?' his voice was playful. Darcy sighed, knowing he was beaten, 'what time and where?'