Drabble + Picspam for the Pilot episode, Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip

[catko]

Jordan

She sips the wine and feels herself make an impressed expression. She’s no snob but hell, good is good, and this? Is damn good.  She sets down the glass and dimples at the orating man opposite, enumerating her successes, toasting their host, her new boss.

She tries to tamp down the fluttering in her midsection, and wonders: why? Shes got the job, right? This is the celebration. Then where’s the joy, or at least, the sense of relief? Deep breaths. Settle down, girl. She takes another slug of wine, and prepares to relax and enjoy the rest of the evening.