Spike fumbled the door open and stared at Andrew through bleary eyes. "Meeting?"
"Sorry to wake you up at the crack of noon, but it's the Chartland account."
Andrew caught Spike's arm as he pushed past him and headed for the stairs. "You may want to rethink the t-shirt."
Spike looked down at Dawn's hot pink
Red Hot Lovertank top and wandered back to get dressed.
"Trousers wouldn't go astray either."
open_on_sunday — challenge #167: hot/cold
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