Drink Me || Kate
Note: Borrowed the rest of the Gazette people for this one.
Sitting on one side of the conference table, Irene took a deep breath and picked a shot glass from among six servings of dark drinks. Right across sat Kate, with her haughty expression, who then picked her serving from the remaining five. Following a signal from Frank who sat midway, Irene drained her glass tequila-style.
They paused as if waiting, and when Irene didn’t make any unusual movement, Frank nodded to Kate, who then emptied her glass in the same way. Kate’s expression did not waver in any way, and so the two women picked once more from the shot glasses.
“What are they doing?” Leon asked Cosmo, gesturing towards the conference room window where the two women were visibly trying to stare each other down.
“Kate and Irene, eh?” Cosmo said, looking in. “They’re playing Russian roulette.”
“Russian roulette?” Calvin echoed, overhearing as he passed by and couldn’t help but join in. “But where’s the gun?”
“Are you mad? You want the cops down the street barging in on us or what?”
“But Russian roulette is played with revolvers! Or am I wrong?”
“Good man, you aren’t in theory, but I’m sure the Chief would neither want to lose his editor nor his secretary,” Cosmo shook his head. “No, they’re doing it with espresso shots. See that delivery? Morning fresh from the Nine Owls Coffee Shop—although I’m pretty certain they cooled those down—not good for the tongue and everything.”
“And someone loses because...?” Calvin prodded.
“One of the glasses got Irene’s prune-coffee in it…strong brew,” Cosmo answered, wiggling his brows at his best friend, who turned a slight shade of green before stating, “I have no time for this,” and making a move on to his business.
“Hah. Got a weak stomach today, Talbot?” Calvin smirked.
The door to the conference room then opened and Leon was heard casually calling in, “Make sure you beat her, pet!” much to the secretary’s cheer and Cosmo’s cackling amusement.
