Choose your own adventure: the office Christmas party

The wine arrives and you pour a glass for you and your boss. Finally, they start to smile and calm down. ‘Sorry I’ve been in a terrible mood,’ they say.

They pause with tears in their eyes.

‘My hamster Hammy died. He was a good lad, a good, good lad.’

The two of you work your way through the bottle and soon things are getting blurry. You should probably leave pretty soon if you want to meet the rest of the party at the Churchill. Your boss spies a bottle of tequila under Sarah from HR’s desk though…

A) Shots! Shots! Shots!

B) Nah, let’s join the party.

OR BACK TO START.