21-09-2022, 12:35 PM
(This post was last modified: 21-09-2022, 04:16 PM by ddey333. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
And Dilip left. Amishi sat there, drunk, thinking about what to say to everyone. She closed her eyes, and rested back on the couch. About ten minutes later, the door opened and a waiter came in, pushing a cart of food and cocktails. He knocked on the door, and the same bald head of Mr. Shah poked out.
"Oh, the food and drinks are here." he said looking back inside the room. He stood back and opened the door to let the waiter roll the cart in. He then looked at Amishi, smiled and said, "You can come in too now, Miss."
"OK." Amishi said and got up. She took one step, but wobbled uncertainly and fell back on the couch. She was now quite drunk. "I am sorry" she slurred.
"That's fine, let me help you." Shah said and stepping forward, offered her a hand. Amishi grabbed his hand and got up. Shah put an arm around her to hold her steady and lead her inside the room.
The room seemed to Amishi like it was spinning. Taking slow steps, she reached a couch and sat down on it, next to two middle aged men.
"Here's our guest from Delhi. Your surprise, Mr. Bose." Shah said.
Everybody smiled and stared at Amishi. Amishi, resting back on the couch, stared back at them.
"Let me introduce everyone. I am Shah, and these guys are Desai and Reddy next to you, Kulkarni on that chair, Singh over there. And that is Mr. Bose, our boss whom this night is in the honor of." Shah said pointed at the relevant people.
Amishi saw that they were all middle aged men, dressed in t-shirts and shorts, in the spirit of the party.
"Tell us your name...or rather." Shah smiled, "tell us your nickname."
"My nickname?" Amishi slurred.
"Yes, knowing you, all of you usually have nicknames, right? What is yours?" Shah asked.
"Pinky." Amishi said and started giggling. That was the name that everyone in her family called her by.
"Pinky? That's a very sweet name." said Desai, who was seated next to her, with a smile on his face.
"Yes, my nickname is Pinky." Amishi said looking at him squarely, "You see, Daddy said that when I was born my skin was very pink. And my Mommy would always dress me up in pink. So Daddy said I looked completely pink, and everyone started calling me Pinky."
"Interesting." said Bose from the other end of the room. "Do you always talk so much about your Daddy and Mommy at such times?"
Amishi started giggling some more. After a while she stopped giggling and said,
"Sorry, I am just a bit tipsy. I had a lot to drink waiting for you."
"Oh, I see." Desai said. "Well, then we must also drink together."
He gestured to the waiter, and he brought a glass in front of Amishi. She took it tentatively and said,
"I really shouldn't. I have already had so much. I don't want to act all silly and make a bad first impression on you."
"Aww, don't worry." Desai said, putting an arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer. "You have already made a great first impression on us."
A small voice in Amishi's brain told her to brush Desai's hand away. But he had grabbed her in a very cozy manner, and her head felt nice rested on his shoulder.
"Really?" she said looking into Desai's eyes.
"Really. Have your drink. It's scotch - 18 years old. How old are you?" he asked.
"I am 28. Don't you know?" she said. "I thought all of you must have already been talking about my age. After all you are all so much older."
"You know, you don't look 28 at all" Singh said. "I'd have guessed your age to be 20. You have taken really good care of yourself."
"Thank you." Amishi said, sipping the scotch. "But now that the age thing has come up, let me...let me talk about it."
"Oh, the food and drinks are here." he said looking back inside the room. He stood back and opened the door to let the waiter roll the cart in. He then looked at Amishi, smiled and said, "You can come in too now, Miss."
"OK." Amishi said and got up. She took one step, but wobbled uncertainly and fell back on the couch. She was now quite drunk. "I am sorry" she slurred.
"That's fine, let me help you." Shah said and stepping forward, offered her a hand. Amishi grabbed his hand and got up. Shah put an arm around her to hold her steady and lead her inside the room.
The room seemed to Amishi like it was spinning. Taking slow steps, she reached a couch and sat down on it, next to two middle aged men.
"Here's our guest from Delhi. Your surprise, Mr. Bose." Shah said.
Everybody smiled and stared at Amishi. Amishi, resting back on the couch, stared back at them.
"Let me introduce everyone. I am Shah, and these guys are Desai and Reddy next to you, Kulkarni on that chair, Singh over there. And that is Mr. Bose, our boss whom this night is in the honor of." Shah said pointed at the relevant people.
Amishi saw that they were all middle aged men, dressed in t-shirts and shorts, in the spirit of the party.
"Tell us your name...or rather." Shah smiled, "tell us your nickname."
"My nickname?" Amishi slurred.
"Yes, knowing you, all of you usually have nicknames, right? What is yours?" Shah asked.
"Pinky." Amishi said and started giggling. That was the name that everyone in her family called her by.
"Pinky? That's a very sweet name." said Desai, who was seated next to her, with a smile on his face.
"Yes, my nickname is Pinky." Amishi said looking at him squarely, "You see, Daddy said that when I was born my skin was very pink. And my Mommy would always dress me up in pink. So Daddy said I looked completely pink, and everyone started calling me Pinky."
"Interesting." said Bose from the other end of the room. "Do you always talk so much about your Daddy and Mommy at such times?"
Amishi started giggling some more. After a while she stopped giggling and said,
"Sorry, I am just a bit tipsy. I had a lot to drink waiting for you."
"Oh, I see." Desai said. "Well, then we must also drink together."
He gestured to the waiter, and he brought a glass in front of Amishi. She took it tentatively and said,
"I really shouldn't. I have already had so much. I don't want to act all silly and make a bad first impression on you."
"Aww, don't worry." Desai said, putting an arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer. "You have already made a great first impression on us."
A small voice in Amishi's brain told her to brush Desai's hand away. But he had grabbed her in a very cozy manner, and her head felt nice rested on his shoulder.
"Really?" she said looking into Desai's eyes.
"Really. Have your drink. It's scotch - 18 years old. How old are you?" he asked.
"I am 28. Don't you know?" she said. "I thought all of you must have already been talking about my age. After all you are all so much older."
"You know, you don't look 28 at all" Singh said. "I'd have guessed your age to be 20. You have taken really good care of yourself."
"Thank you." Amishi said, sipping the scotch. "But now that the age thing has come up, let me...let me talk about it."
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