Waking with a groan, your head pounding, you try to remember what happened last night. It was a bigger merger than usual, almost certainly ensuring a promotion. The deal sealed, with the usual celebration. At least, the usual celebration when all involved were guys...
Sadly, you had too many deals that involved at least one woman. On your side, or in the other party. Both sides could celebrate a victory. Truly striking the best deal that could be toasted by everyone.
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You weren't the wildest party animal, equally you weren't the most timid and restrained. You made it a goal, to identify the person least enjoying this part of evening. Plying them with alcohol. As a good host, you could manage the rounds, ensuring they received the stronger drinks, and allow them to unwind, and not be such a debbie downer for everyone else.
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Head aching, and stomach revolting, you felt queasy... and not just from the crap food. No-one went to a titty bar for the food. The appeal is obvious, involving the dancers, and if you're lucky a private room, too. Your head didn't want to help, this morning. The sickness kept you from thinking coherently. But, there was a certain something you needed to recall. A problem that needed to be resolved.
There's one face that leaps out at you. Contorted in rage, she's barely dressed. Her outrage clear, but given her job, it's hard to take her as a threat. She's royally pissed! But, as her angry words spray you with spittle, you can't recall what she said.
Getting up, you find the room shifts and turns. Your footing impossible to maintain, you're just relieved it's Saturday morning. You have the rest of the weekend to sober up from this epic bender.