"Please?," Jade begged, batting her eyelashes for effect. Annalise looked up from her taco salad, glancing at her friend warily.
"I don't think so Jay," she replied, spearing a tomato with her fork, "parties aren't my thing."
Jade rolled her eyes, "How would you know? You haven't been to one in three years."
"I said no," Annalise stated calmly. Her tone implied that the discussion was definitely a closed one. Jade wisely decided to drop the issue, and changed the subject. It was routine for the two of them to have lunch together at least once a week, usually on Wednesdays. On that particular afternoon, instead of eating at the Olive Garden as usual, the girls had opted for Patio Cafe, a small Mexican food place just outside the city. If the two of them knew anything...it was food. They co-owned a catering company, often times catering concerts, sporting events, and parties thrown by milllionaires. The party in question was an after-concert party, being held at the Marriott downtown. Jade steered the conversation toward the concert they would be working at that Friday night. "So you'll at least work the concert right?," she asked her friend.
Annalise nodded, "Yes...but forget the party."
"Corrina can't do it either," Jade grumbled, "so now I have to cater this thing by myself, with only eight other people to help"
"And this applies to me because?," Annalise asked, "Can't Lucy fill in?"
Jade shook her head, "Nope. Her kid's got the chicken pocks. Come on Anna...please? I need a crew of at least ten."
Annalise sighed heavily and pushed her plate away. She never worked at after parties. It was widely known that she hated them, and normally left Jade to handle them. Jade was better with people, while Annalise usually stayed in the office and handled bookings and all of the paperwork. But with half of their employees out sick with the flu, she really didn't have a choice.
"Fine," she snapped, "but I'm not going to enjoy it."
"No one said you had to," Jade replied, hiding a smile behind her napkin. She was worried about Annalise, although her friend usually blew off her concerns with muttered excuses. She worked too hard, endlessly stressed herself out, and her social life had dwindled to dinner at her parent's house every Monday. Jade's good intentions to help, normally by setting her up with male co-workers, seemed to agitate her further. Jade feared, that at age 20, her friend was turning into an old maid. As they walked out of the restaurant, Annalise asked,
"So who is this again?," referring to the concert and party-throwers.
"The Backstreet Boys," Jade supplied.
"Oh great," Annalise muttered as she slid into the driver's seat, "I can already feel a migraine coming on. Just what I
need...three hours of screeching teenyboppers." Jade just smiled.
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