"Hey Jason, want a drink? Kay! Offer Mr. Mack a drink."
Kay spun around and locked her eyes on Mack. "What would you like to drink, sir?"
Mack looked at her and a grin grew slowly on his face. Kay beamed back at him, watt for watt. It took a while for him to speak. "Uh, what have you got, honey?"
"Oh Mr. Mack, we have a fully stocked bar here. There's everything from hard liquor to light beer."
"Oh my goodness, Miss Kay, how did you know I like light beer?"
Thank you, Doris. "Gee, you just look like a light beer kinda guy." Then, to ensure that this wouldn't be taken the wrong way, she giggled and lied. "I can tell you like to keep trim."
"Well thanks, Miss Kay. I'd love a light beer. Are you drinking, too, honey doll?"
Honey doll? Spare me. "Oh no, Mr. Mack." She held a hand to her mouth, her eyes wide open. "I'm working!" On you. Mack needed a drinking partner. "What about you, Dan?"
"Sure, I'll join you, Jason." Then to Kay, "Screwdriver."
Kay straightened her skirt and slinked over to the bar. Dan made idle chitchat, and Mack muttered senselessly while Kay mixed the drinks. She served Mack first, bending over a bit to let him admire her cleavage. Then she turned and leaned over the desk to hand the other drink to Dan, letting Mack have a different view.
When the drinks were served, Kay went to sit on the front corner of Dan's desk, her legs crossed. She focused on the back of the room, past Mack, and started writing in a little notebook. Show's over. Drink up. A full thirty seconds passed before Mack acknowledged the beer in his hand. He tilted his head back and took a deep draw. Dan started up some small talk while Mack drank and stole glances at Kay. Whenever Mack's attention seemed to flag, Dan would raise his voice and shout something to Kay that always ended with "Make a note of that."
"Looks like we'll have to restock the light beer. Make a note of that!"
"I heard that Atlantic won a big cash deal recently. Congratulations. Make a note of that!"
Kay turned to look at Dan each time, sharing a glance and an invisible smile. Then she would write more quickly and fidget around, to rouse Mack from his stupor. Dan was overacting the boss bit, but Mack didn't seem to notice.