The Party Sub, Part Two

A tall guy in a tuxedo opened the door and introduced himself to Sir and I. He was incredibly friendly, and I was grateful that the party wasn’t giving off a whole weird Eyes Wide Shut kind of vibe. He explained that this was his apartment and gave us a tour of his place. It was really well-decorated and even included a hot tub that he explained usually got implemented into these kinds of events.

We found Sir’s friend Star with some other guests and I greeted her with a hug. Sir and I were kind of early, so the group was pretty small at the moment and seemed to know each other. Star fetched me a drink and I attempted to be social, but I was mostly just nervous.

In one particular instance, I tried to strike up conversation with this girl who was sitting alone and seemed kind of bored. She was pretty aloof, until Sir came over, asked her where she was from, and started speaking to her in her freaking native language. I just kind of stood there next to him and smiled awkwardly and was glad at least one of us was managing to kind of befriend somebody.

“Of course!” I whispered to him when we were alone, “of course she’s bitchy to me and you have to come up to her and talk to her in her goddamn language and suddenly you’re best friends.”

“Oh, don’t call her bitchy,” Sir mock-scolded, “that’s not very nice, sweetheart.” He kissed my nose, “now, go be social, come on, be nice.”

Things got easier as more guests started to trickle in. The two other people Sir and I knew came and, while they’re not exactly our closest friends, it was nice to catch up with them. I wound up having a conversation about World of Warcraft (listen, I was a dorky kid) with some guy, but naturally Sir had to come over and be all “not to mess up your game, but…”

(Which totally messed up my game. Pout.)

But, the “but…” was that it was almost midnight and a group had gathered to count down to the new year. We raised our glasses and I leaned up to give Sir a kiss as 2013 ended.

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