2 Hour Cocktail Party Novels & Stories

Now everyone will take their places at the tables in room two and we'll serve the starters. - That's fine. Baby frowned. - Did something happen? - No. It's just my lack of shoe habit. - I smiled at her. - If it's any consolation, not all events require these shoes. This one was like that because the client demanded it. - Baby took the tray from my hands and put it on the table. - Don't worry, it shouldn't take more than two hours. People usually get tired of each other when there's a cocktail followed by dinner.

I looked at Kaelen over the rim of my glass. Two hours. The party would be over in two hours, the guests would leave, and then Isolde and I were going to have a conversation that was long overdue. I took a slow sip and kept smiling.

SASHA. data-p-id=ff79858d95350bbc11527201c1eed008,Tamara’s invite, data-p-id=dbbe7d2276e00a009d0d7c76011b0c60,Party at 360 tonight Time: 8:30pm- 2:00am Dress code: Just look human. I don't want dolls at my party so don't paint your face too much ladies, it gives me nightmares and for you boys, just look good enough.

he asked. Glancing at her wall clock, she turned to him and wriggled her brows, “Yep! There’s a welcome party at eight, I still have three more hours though. I’ll just put together something really quick!” After a few more hours of lounging and playing around, the group started their drinking session. They continued conversing and messing with each other until Jada noticed the time. She only has thirty minutes left before preparing for the event. She was planning to show up for a bit and then leave. She needs to be with them in their drinking session. She missed it.

The bartender teased. “The usual.” I ignored his humor. Elle began her speech, never ending, slowly sipping on her martini, making sure she doesn’t drink everything all at once because I only promised her one drink. After one hour of her long talk, five glass of my scotch and one glass of her martini, we finally rounded it up. I didn’t hear shit. I just knew I wanted to get back to the office and check on Maria. “Shall we?” “Oh, can you drop me at the boutique? I need to shop for the event, it’s in two nights.” She giggled.

"Oh, right, the company is holding a cocktail party in three days' time, and I happen to be short of a partner. Would you have time to attend?" "Me?" I asked in confusion. Zayne's handsome face, complete with his sharp eyebrows and dazzling eyes, appeared unconsciously in my mind. "How are you of all people still in need of a partner?" "Just tell me if you're coming or not," he said, sounding a little embarrassed. "Sure, I'll be there. I want to have a feast," I replied. The company always valued their annual cocktail parties highly, so the dishes prepared were all incredibly delicious. "You little glutton," Zayne said teasingly in a slight baritone.

The twins headed toward the stage a few minutes later where they started performing soft acoustic jazz versions of old classics. He walked away to the stage where they would I start performing any minute and I finished the water, reapplied my lipstick, and went back to work. By twelve-thirty the cocktail hour was in full swing. Champagne flowed everywhere. Servers moved gracefully through the crowd carrying tiny perfect hors d’oeuvres balanced on silver trays. I headed toward the kitchen barn to check on food timing. Everything looked perfect. Too perfect. And maybe it was paranoia from years in event planning, but I’d learned one very important thing about weddings:

I lay there, motionlessly, trying to regain my strength. I showered again because I felt disgusting and changed into a flowy strapped red dress. Since the dress’s length hid my feet, I wore sneakers for comfort. As I went down to the main foyer, the party was already in full swing. Like always, it was a semi-formal party where the men wore suits, and the women wore dresses, but the environment was loose and not-so-formal. I’m gonna be honest, this would be one of the things I’m gonna miss. The crowd is big, but the wine bottles are starting to be served and I could estimate them having a sip each. The symptoms would appear two to six hours after contact, so I have plenty of time. “There she

She quickly filled a glass with my usual diet soda and put it down in front of me with a little square napkin underneath. I took a sip of the soda. “I am. It’s for a big party this weekend.” Her perfectly sculpted brows, darkened with the skilled hand of a makeup expert, arched up. “This weekend? How big?” “About two-hundred guests,” I answered. I was excited and couldn’t hide it. “Wow. That’s not a small gathering.” “Nope.” “You will, of course, pull it off,” she said with a bright smile. “You bet your ass I will. It does mean I’m going to be working around the clock for the next six days.”

I wanted to talk, but my voice trailed off as a frown spread across her lips. "I need you to be here for the party too, just you. Hanna can call it a night and stay in the guest room, and when we're done, you can join her." She said Okay, so this was more about presenting an image than hosting a party. The Montgomery family face had to comprise of both my mother's and mine; at least it made more sense why she wanted me to stay. "When will the party be over?" I asked "It's scheduled to end an hour before midnight." She took my hand and looked at my watch, "which is in an hour; it'll all be over soon."