all for two beers {kunis & krasinski}
The sky ahead of her was darkening into a blanket of deep azure as the sun was falling farther below the horizon as Mila drove through the streets of Los Angeles. For what seemed like the hundredth time, a huff of laughter escaped her lips. What the fuck was she doing? Sure, it had all been for charity - Mila had been more than happy to put in a substantial donation to a worthy cause - but had she really needed to bid on John Krasinski? Well, that was a fan-fucking-tastic way to get the rumor mill churning away. The two of them had talked a bit. They’d joked around about a million things under the sun, and in the back of her mind, when she had bid on him, she hadn’t actually expected to win. She was more amused that now she could demand that he follow through with the two beers he owed her. Of course, they were long past that now, weren’t they?
“You’re fucking crazy,” she mumbled to herself as she pulled into the man’s driveway. Grabbing something from the front seat, she slipped out of her car, careful to not flash any... wayward squirrel that wanted a glimpse up her skirt. She glanced around her - a habit formed from too many years in the industry - and made her way to his front door. She stopped for a second. Seriously... she felt like an ass. With another roll of her eye and a self-deprecating laugh, she rang the doorbell and waited. She heard the footsteps a few moments later. Mila grinned as John opened the door. “Why good evening, good sir! Your chariot awaits.” Then she held out the object from the front seat of the car. “These are for you. I thought about a corsage, but... you know, that’s like... let’s-go-to-prom-together cheesy. Clearly this is better. Totally not cheesy. At all.” In her hands she held a bouquet of white roses. Because if Mila was going to make a fool of herself, she was going to go balls-to-the-fucking-wall silly.
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