@rmoskowitz liked for a starter / closed.
scenes from an italian restaurant / bottle of red, bottle of white... things are okay with me these days, got a good job, got a good office, got a new wife, got a new life and the family's fine
The buzz around Washington had eventually stilled in the wake of the leaks, the locomotives of the press’ undoubted might had quieted, and yet whispers and traces of it persisted everywhere; no where more glaring than in the corners of Rory Moskowitz’s immaculate office. His eyes moved around the space, an obvious upgrade from her tenure under Wright’s presidency, and grinned that charming, wry grin of his as she entered... brandishing a bottle of wine in his hand. Although the tag had been snipped away, it cost him a pretty penny -- well over three hundred dollars -- and yet he figured she would know that just by glancing at the label. “I won’t pretend we had a meeting you forgot about,” he cleared his throat, “though I was hoping this may make up for that. Got a minute?”
