2 Hour Cocktail Party Novels & Stories

she started laughing, "You, my dear, will be fun at parties...I can make a Gin and Tonic, pour beer and open wine." We ordered and talked about our favorite bars...favorite drinks...and everything remotely related. We were both talkers, and conversation always came easy. When the waitress came with the drinks, we toasted to having more study breaks; she grinned, "Mmmm, this's perfect...good choice...a good night for whiskey." "You know...maybe we could throw a cocktail party, together? A real cocktail party...you can invite your friends and I can invite mine!" She wanted our friends to meet; I thought to myself...cool, it was yet another sign of commitment. I quickly responded with a kiss, "

"That's what I'm counting on." The party was on a Saturday afternoon, starting at two o'clock, ending whenever the last guests left. The timing was deliberate—afternoon rather than evening, which was easier for Margaret's friends, many of whom were also in their seventies and eighties and preferred not to be out after dark. Elijah cooked.

Penny squeaked as I help the microphone to her lips. “Tomorrow is the Halloween party. Luna Penny, Luna Kristen, Beta Emmy and their team has worked tirelessly to get this event going for everyone. It has been on their list of event they wanted to host for everyone. Please excuse the craziness tomorrow at things get set up for the party. Cocktail hour starts at 4pm, followed by an elegant Halloween theme meal. Lunas, there will be a lunch in the garden, weather permitting and all alphas, there will be a lunch meeting held in the formal dinning room. Both events will take place at noon. Everyone else is welcome to enjoy a meal at one of our restaurants or lunch will be provided in this room f

She had all the time she needed for her recovery, but would she remember him one day? He escorted her around the hall, and she took her time in touching and sensing every bit of decoration and furniture there. Out of good faith, they had consented to allow the decor to remain there a while longer. But once someone booked the hall for a next meeting, the set would have to go. "I still can't remember, Jing Yue." "Let's go somewhere else, then."

and a gold-plated thank you card. Before the event, the entire crew and staff gathered in the hall to be briefed on their tasks and assignments. They were split into two groups. The first shift was assigned to work the first two hours of the event, followed by the second shift until the end of the party. Ella had been assigned to the cocktail counter for the first shift. She'll be serving drinks to the guests.

Secretary. An hour later, the party was in full swing. Nico had cut his cake, and the room was filled with people's laughter and music from the DJ. Some of Nico's guests were moving about with a plate of their own portion of the cake, while others were holding a glass of alcohol in their hands. I sat at the bar, nursing a glass of scotch, not too strong, just enough to take the edge off. Several women had tried to catch my attention, with their gazes lingering on me, and their smiles were so flirtatious. But I wasn’t interested. I found my eyes drifting toward the dance floor instead.

It should be June; somewhere in the middle of the month of June; where the season starts to change. I ask my next question. “How long had I been in the event?” Jon lightly chuckles. “I think we have set a new record, Miss Starkey. You put up with everyone at the event for two hours.” Two hours. I remember spending nothing more than ten minutes with Angie and Grace before finding the bathroom. After the bathroom, that's where the journey to and through Alkhemi started. I remember this so well. I was never in the restaurant for two hours. I will never be able to stay with those kinds of people for any longer than forty-five minutes.

Twirling the glass in his hand, Perry said, "you have a party to plan, don't ya?" "As a matter of fact, I do. Two even. One right after the other. You're only invited to the former. It's strictly for men below sixty so," Richie cocked his head and lifted himself from his seat, and exhaled. "I will get right to it. These things… they can get really time-consuming and hefty and we've got just a few hours to the time. So put on someone younger and get ready," he pushed the chair back and bowed his head, then turned to leave.

They agreed to drinks at one of Dorian's favourite spots, Sir Henry's cocktail bar and grill situated in the heart of the city, so Dorian called and made reservations. When Dorian, Tom and Howard got there, the place was almost packed, due to the fact that it was a Friday evening, and they had happy hour from 7pm to 8pm. The thrilling sounds of different conversations traveled through the air as they made their way to their table, which was situated in the far corner of the room. Dorian took off his coat, and hung it over the back of his chair before taking a seat. The mood felt right for a Friday evening, and the patrons had smiles on their faces as the music from the speakers made the atmo

The design, the atmosphere, the people…all of it is a chef’s kiss. Damon waved a hand to us and Darwin and I, with our hands locked, approached him and we took such beautiful photos with a golden silk background behind us. The cocktail hour has finally come; a great time for our guests to mingle, eat some hors d’oeuvres, and let them wind down before the actual party commenced. We entered the reception venue again, and this time, a bunch of cameras and mobile phones greeted us. We hoisted our hands and the crowd cheered for us even more as we walked once again in our signature grand entrance.