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“friendly reminder” feckin’ FRIENDLY my ass

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My favourite book

Coffee !!!

The bundle of tulips I bought myself today

“You need a date?”

“I’m good.”

“You’re sure? I’m just saying, I have a catalog of numbers -- “

“I definitely don’t need a mail-order date, but thanks, Tones.”

“Phone-order. Okay, okay.”

A short silence fell as Jim straightened up in front of the mirror and brought his hand to the phone he’d had wedged between his chin and shoulder. Upright, he could see that his decorations needed some adjusting. Again.

“You want to come?” Jim finally asked, drawing a short, sharp laugh from Tony as Jim fiddled with the silver oak leaf on his shoulder.

“I’d hate to steal your thunder,” Tony said. “Plus I’m in Malibu, and this thing starts in, what -- ”

“Twenty minutes ago,” Jim said with a grimace. “Yeah, I know. I’m going.”

“Have fun, Honeybear. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Despite himself, Jim laughed.

“It’s an Air Force charity gala, not a Hamptons house party.”

“Right. As I said -- ”

“I won’t, Tones, I promise. Not without you.”

That seemed to please Tony enough to persuade him to hang up, but as soon as he had, Jim immediately wished he could keep Tony on the phone with him through the gala -- or better, actually have Tony there. They’d established months ago that Tony couldn’t make it, but Jim always secretly pined for his company when he had to do the mix-and-mingle thing; the only parties Jim had ever enjoyed were the ones where Tony had been there to loosen Jim up (while Jim kept Tony grounded, of course).

But as he’d told Tony, it was a fundraiser first. He could handle that.

An hour in, Jim was bored out of his mind. After making his obligatory round around the room, sucking up and being sucked up to, he set up shop near the hor d’oeuvres table to survey the room at large. He wanted to meet someone new, someone fun, someone who didn’t want to actually talk about the federal budget or the newest jet design rumors or The Situation in the Middle East.

As soon as he thought it, he glanced to his right and saw an officer he didn’t recognize approaching the table. He wasn’t close enough to see her insignia, but he see golden hair, a powerful walk, and an admirable array of decorations on her jacket.

He scooted as casually as he could manage in his full dress blues down the table towards her, ostensibly to survey the snack options. Up close, she looked like she could level a man with a glare and a single right hook, and suddenly Jim gave zero shits about playing it cool; instead he was praying that she could breathe some life into an otherwise dull evening so far. As he sidled up besides her, he caught sight of her silver eagle insignia and switched his plate to his left hand to offer her a salute, then a handshake.

“Colonel,” he said. “Lieutenant Colonel James Rhodes. Have you tried these yet?” 

He pointed at a chafing dish of stuffed mushrooms and only barely stopped himself from then punching himself in the teeth.