2 Hour Cocktail Party 소설 & 이야기

Walking had become difficult for the past two days but tonight, he had promised himself to enjoy the party to the fullest. “It looks perfect!” David said admiring the settings of each table. Each table will be having two people. There were bottles of champagne resting on each decorated table. A disc jockey was already testing his devices while the aroma of steak, grilled turkey, and roasted pork filled the air. Leonard glanced at the watch on his left wrist and turned to David. “It's past 6 pm. You should go and get ready.” “And so should you,” David replied. They went back into the mansion.

As they settled into the booth, the dim lighting created an intimate ambiance. A server approached with a mischievous grin, ready to take their drink orders. Madison scanned the menu, her eyes widening at the extensive list of creative concoctions. Krystal, never one to shy away from adventure, whispered excitedly, "Let's try their signature cocktail, the Midnight Mischief!" Their drinks arrived with flair, adorned with sparklers and colorful garnishes. They clinked their glasses together, raising a toast to friendship, memories, and the adventures that awaited them tonight.

"They are playing during cocktail hour and the reception. Instrumental, nothing too loud." "Perfect. That will work well in this space—intimate, not overwhelming." Denise made notes on her tablet. "Now, timing. Ceremony starts at five. That gives us good light for photos without being too hot. Cocktail hour at five-thirty while we flip the space. Reception starts at six-thirty. First dance, toasts, dinner, more dancing. You should be done by ten, ten-thirty at the latest." "That sounds right," I said. "What about decorations?" Denise asked. "Beyond the string lights and Mrs. Martinez's garden?"

I watched a child who had become a master in hiding from her father exhibiting her art. I walked off to say hi to continue a conversation with my coworkers, as Mr. Demasi and his daughter continued to circle around the party showing off his daughter, neither paying me any more attention. ******************************************** The company party had a flow. After an hour of drinking cocktails and mingling, the ballroom opened to a buffet, and a full open bar. Though it might sound like heaven, drinking in front of all your managers and bosses, would make anyone self conscious. A few people got silly, but no one wanted to make a big scene.

Silver The party was supposed to start in two hours, and I was pretty sure my soul had left my body sometime around noon. I had been at Henry's mansion since 8 AM. Eight. In the morning. On a Saturday. While normal college students were sleeping off their Friday night, I was directing caterers, arguing with a decorator about the difference between champagne and gold, and physically stopping a delivery driver from dropping an entire tray of hors d'oeuvres on the floor. "No, the table goes against the wall ," I said for the fifth time.

After all, no one could push a toast on such a wedding occasion, and she couldn't drink too much wine. In the evening, there was a cocktail party in Shuai's mansion, and a troupe was invited to sing for a concert. The old and young had a place to go, and it was very lively, and it didn't end until late at night. Fortunately, Robert was a person who was not angry and arrogant on weekdays, and no one dared to come to trouble him, the commander of the six provinces.

Celestine's POV It's so loud. The restaurant housing probably up to fifty people has people milling around the room, chatting and sipping champagne. My mom and Cade are probably off somewhere, entertaining their guests. I mean, it's their engagement party. It has been ongoing for two hours now. I'm so ready to go back home and call it a day. I play around with the food on my plate, answering any question directed to me with a smile or a simple answer and praying for three hours to be up already.

A man said as he basically grabbed Lucas’s arm and tried to shake it off. “I am happy to make your acquaintance.” Lucas murmured lowly. I looked away from them and looked around at all of the people. We had spent two hours driving to this party that looked boring. The decorations were beautiful but other than that all it seemed like we could do here was talk and drink. There was a huge wooded platform that stretched far out but there was really no room to dance or play game. It had wooden tables set out perfectly and bright lights that shined the whole platform. It looked more like a fancy restaurant than anything.

“Well, there’s a boutique on the second floor. You can find something dazzling there. And if you’re shy, a little liquor will help. Oh, by the way, this hotel is one of Amos Wright’s properties.” Becky was astounded, her eyes widening in shock. “What if he sees me dancing with another man during the party?” She quickly thought. “What’s wrong?” Diana asked, noticing Becky’s reaction. “Oh, nothing,” Becky stammered, trying to regain her composure. “I’ll take a bath. When’s the party?” “Two hours from now. Don’t worry—I’ll tell the host to call you out only once when you step down. You’ll be fine,” Diana said, her tone was encouraging.

Christian chuckled before looking at me, “You scrub up nicely too, Elise.” “Asshole,” I joked, punching him lightly in the shoulder, “So what happens at these parties anyway?” “The adults that don’t have kids mainly get drunk and dance. The families usually leave after a few hours” Christian started. “They basically turn into wild animals,” Annabelle finished off for him. I eyed the table that was set just outside of the mess hall with different bowls labelled. The three of us headed towards it and picked up some red plastic cups before serving ourselves some drinks labelled ‘Vodka and Coke.” I tried not to remember what happened the last time I got drunk.