It’s not my sort of party, but I’ve had a long dry spell.
I jimmy some daddy’s lock and find a bottle of ’97 Stony Mountain cab. I pour a glass and claim a corner of the leather couch.
“This is so fuckin’ awesome!” blondie burbles, plopping down beside. “Just did some dude’s snake! So fuckin’ big!”
“Still a bit on your cheek.”
She wipes and licks it clean.
As she prattles on, I look across. There. Pallid, withdrawn, alone.
I thread through the groping, dancing couples to her.
“Waiting for me?”
She looks up, cheeks pinking.
“All my life.”
