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As soon as I saw this picture, I saw the following scene. It’s pretty obvious, so I won’t be surprised if it’s duplicated by another blogger today. Still, here’s my version:
Cindy glared at her brother and his fiancÃ©e. “Would you two knock it off? If Greg and I are going to hook up, it certainly won’t be with you around.” The man in question had leaned over the bar to order another beer. Camilla and Carson had been playing matchmakers for months. They’d finally managed to get Cindy and Camilla’s brother Greg in the same place at the same time. From the beginning of the New Years party, they’d been pushing their siblings into conversation, and even using the open bar as a tongue-loosener.
“You have to admit, Cin, the guy is perfect for you.” Greg poured another glass of champagne for Camilla before emptying the bottle into his own glass. “Hell, you two haven’t stopped talking since the party started.”
Cindy watched Greg, and more specifically, the brunette at the bar that inched closer as Greg waited for his drink. “Yeah, he’s a good guy.” And cute. And both mentally and financially stable. And interesting. And he smelled good…
“I can vouch for him,” Camilla winked. “As a matter of fact, I can give you some great dirt about his formative years.”
Cindy fiddled with her plastic orange armband. She would never admit to either Carson or Camilla that she’d been attracted to Greg since they met at their siblings’ engagement party last summer. She’d even awoke from a few dreams starring Greg. The fact that they’d finally connected during this New Year’s party was only giving her more hope.
“You’d better get another drink. They’re about to count down to midnight.” Carson shoved her toward the bar.
Cindy went along with the ruse, because she secretly wanted to wedge herself between Greg Â and the brunette.
“Good luck getting a drink,” Greg leaned over to speak directly into her ear, though the bar wasn’t loud enough to warrant it. “They’re pretty busy.”
“Ten…nine.…eight…” The entire bar started to chant.
“Oh no!” Cindy covered her mouth in mock surprise. “But I have to have a drink for the toast. How else can I bring in the new year?”
“How about this?” Greg spun her into his arms and covered her surprised mouth with his.
Cindy slipped her arms around his back and opened her mouth to his marauding tongue, and she barely heard the crowd shouting, “Happy New Year!”
Okay, I might have gone a bit long with that, but I couldn’t stop in the middle! Okay, on with the Hop. See you at the end, I’ll be in the chat room during the designated times, I hope to meet some of you there!