Today’s writing prompt, Holiday Work Party, is the fifth prompt of the TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS PROMPTS on the Daily Drafts and Dialogues blog this year. Keep reading to see the full prompt and my completed version of it.
Today’s Writing Prompt: Holiday Work Party
Imagine you’re attending a holiday work party, and it’s awkward. Write from the first-person point of view about what you are thinking, feeling, and sensing (seeing, hearing, smelling, etc.) while at the party.
Completed Version of Today’s Writing Prompt
The Incident Before the Holiday Work Party, by K.E. Creighton
Bea reached around my cubicle to hand me a red boozy drink that smelled strongly of artificial red, sugar, and cheap vodka. She looked at my frown and said, “You’re welcome.”
“Um, thanks, but no thanks, ” I said before turning back to my computer screen.
“Oh, come on, the entire office is in the breakroom for a makeshift holiday party of sorts. I think I even saw Jeremy in there.” She winked.
“That’s what I’m afraid of. I can’t go in there now, or ever again. Honestly, after the incident at lunch, I should have just quit.”
“You are so dramatic. The incident, as you call it, wasn’t that bad. Plus, they are actually supplying us with free food and drinks, which never happens.”
“Bea, I pretty much mauled the man with my lips in that room like three hours ago. Unprovoked. He was reaching for a napkin and I … I don’t know what I thought. But he definitely wasn’t leaning in for a kiss. And then, like a tenth grader, he went around blabbing about it to the entire office. It’s a holiday miracle HR isn’t already involved. So, I am going to hide here for the rest of eternity when I am done with this report. Or I’m going to leave and likely never come back. But I am under no circumstances going into that breakroom. Or drinking any booze in this office. Especially that nasty concoction.”
“Yeah, this drink was his idea,” she laughed, then stared at me intensely and said, “Before you leave forever though, can you tell me… did he kiss back? What was it really like?”
She was a little too giddy and relaxed when it came to my most recent office faux pas. She must have already had one of those drinks Jeremy concocted, maybe two. Either way, I knew she would keep this between us, so, I decided to tell her the truth.
“That’s the thing. He did kiss back. His lips were dry and stiff and much thinner than they look. He smelled and tasted like stale cheese and onion. And his reaction to the whole thing made me realize what a man-child he is. Such a turn-off. My crush on him is officially over now that I, uh, know him a little better. Right when the whole office thinks I’m in love with him, I realize how dumb I was for having a crush on him in the first place. Gross. I can do way better.”
She laughed. Hard. Then said, “So go in there and say that. Don’t hide. Waltz in there like it was no big deal and you’re over it. Now you have to. Because I am not allowing you to quit over a thin-lipped man-child. I need you to get me through each week, and all the lame impromptu huddles we have.”
So, that’s exactly what I did, after I finished my report.
When I walked into the breakroom, Jeremy was leaning against the doorway chatting with Mike from IT. I asked for a drink. And then suddenly the room got extremely still and quiet for a brief moment before everyone burst out laughing, except for me, and Bea. Bea pointed to the air above my head. When I looked up, I saw the mistletoe on the doorframe above where Jeremy and I were standing.