Post by Scott Padraig Donoghue on Jul 12, 2016 21:44:10 GMT
The alcohol had been flowing richly. A few girls were laughing far too loud. At that moment they were almost the stereotypical American Scott had been mildly worried about when he moved here, being both very Irish and very introverted. These days he wasn’t worried about that sort of thing anymore, he was just a little lowkey irritated. He’d been invited by a colleague who had claimed he’d fit right in at the party, but so far that had not been the case. When most had been somewhere in between sober and tipsy, things had been fine, but these people were here to get drunk, and being twenty-six and - again - very introverted, Scott himself was very much past that phase. He’d had a couple of beers, but didn’t feel the need to get wasted at all. Not with these people at least.
And so he sat at the end of one of the couches, kind of looking at the crowd. There were quite a few people and aside from the colleague - who had vanished and could be at Triton, the largest moon of Neptune, for all Scott knew - he knew nobody. And they all seemed to know each other.
Now, Scott wasn’t bad at the whole social thing, but he did kind of feel like it was nigh impossible to really mix in with this group.
The young, darkhaired man leant back with a bottle of beer in his hand. It was the sort of beer that could easily be replaced with sewage water without too many people realizing it. But at least it wasn’t some weird fruity cocktail that was so sweet it only made you realize just how much vodka was actually in your system when you were puking your guts out, probably in someone’s sink.
After he’d drunk the last bit of the bottle, Scott got up and went outside. The garden was small, but almost empty, safe from some smokers and people who, presumably, also needed some fresh air. Scott himself lit one up as well and leant against the wall, slowly breathing out and letting the chaos leave his mind for a moment. He took a puff of the fag between his fingers and looked up. It was a cool, cloudless night, with the moon being almost full and spreading quite a bit of light. The loud music from inside was now but a faint thumping sound, creating an almost kind of surreal atmosphere.
And so he sat at the end of one of the couches, kind of looking at the crowd. There were quite a few people and aside from the colleague - who had vanished and could be at Triton, the largest moon of Neptune, for all Scott knew - he knew nobody. And they all seemed to know each other.
Now, Scott wasn’t bad at the whole social thing, but he did kind of feel like it was nigh impossible to really mix in with this group.
The young, darkhaired man leant back with a bottle of beer in his hand. It was the sort of beer that could easily be replaced with sewage water without too many people realizing it. But at least it wasn’t some weird fruity cocktail that was so sweet it only made you realize just how much vodka was actually in your system when you were puking your guts out, probably in someone’s sink.
After he’d drunk the last bit of the bottle, Scott got up and went outside. The garden was small, but almost empty, safe from some smokers and people who, presumably, also needed some fresh air. Scott himself lit one up as well and leant against the wall, slowly breathing out and letting the chaos leave his mind for a moment. He took a puff of the fag between his fingers and looked up. It was a cool, cloudless night, with the moon being almost full and spreading quite a bit of light. The loud music from inside was now but a faint thumping sound, creating an almost kind of surreal atmosphere.