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Jonesy strolled into the lounge room, dropping his wallet and keys onto the coffee table. He continued through to his room, unbuttoning his shirt and shrugging it off onto the bed. He did the same with his pants and headed for the bathroom. On second thought, he scooped them up and threw them onto the floor of the wardrobe, slamming the doors shut.
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Susie glanced at the mirror, and then at her watch. Oh well. She thought. This'll have to do for now, wouldn't want to keep Jonesy waiting now, would we? She snatched a bottle of red off the bench and practically skipped out the door. She hummed to the radio in the car the whole way.
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Jonesy was stepping into a pair of comfy jeans when he heard a knock at the door. Shit. He thought. He zipped up his jeans, grabbing a t-shirt and pulling it on as he trotted to get the door. He swung it open, revealing a beaming Susie standing on the porch. They shared a one-armed hug hello; Susie's kiss lingering for a second too long against his cheek. He stood back, showing her in with his arm and welcoming her with a warm smile. She stepped past him, partially aware of his eyes following her across the room.
"I brought this." She held out the wine.
"Oh great, thanks. I'll just go and open this." He took the bottle from her, ensuring that their hands touched and headed into the kitchen. "Make yourself at home." Susie sat down on the couch. She watched him walking away and smiled to herself.
"So, what's for dinner?" she called into the kitchen.
"Ahh… dinner." That particular detail had slipped his mind. He pulled the cork out of the bottle with a loud pop and carried it, along with two glasses, into the lounge room. He placed them on the coffee table in front of Susie and returned to the kitchen. She smiled, filling both glasses generously and picking one up, reclining back into the cushions.
"Don't you have anything for me?" she teased. He waved the suggestion away with his hand.
"I'll scrape something up, never you mind." He gave her a devilish grin and opened the fridge. His face fell. Oh, my God. How long has it been since we bought food? He thought, starting to get worried. He scanned the bare shelves for anything edible among the many ancient containers of leftover take-away and the odd stubby. He frowned. Susie spotted the look on his face and sniggered as he moved on to the freezer.
"We're scraping the bottom of the barrel here, I'm afraid." Jonesy admitted. He wiped some ice off a box, searching for a label. "Ooh, this looks like it might be edible." He tugged on the box, but it didn't budge. He braced his knee against the fridge door, pulling harder. Still the box stayed put. He put his back into it; a small grunt escaping as the box came free, sending shards of ice flying. Susie laughed.
"Looks like you might need to defrost your freezer, there." She was replied with a confused look.
"Why would I defrost it? Doesn't that defeat the purpose of it being a freezer?" He shook his head, holding up the box, which contained a frozen pizza. Susie nodded.
"Sounds good." Jonesy obliged, lighting the oven and throwing the pizza inside. He joined Susie on the couch, taking up his glass and offering her a toast.
"To… tonight." She chuckled, raising her glass.
"Tonight."
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