2 Hour Cocktail Party 소설 & 이야기

"I've heard back from Spider and Whistler. If we want to get a jump, now is the time to do it." Shit. "Time, what?" I signed. "If we want to do it and have the best results, we're looking at a couple hours after midnight. They're throwing a huge party. All of their lieutenants and captains will be on scene." I nodded. We could make that work. "Thank you." He nodded, stepped back into the crowd that was waiting on Momma.

Heavy metal music blasted through the speakers, and the dance floor was alive with wild, swirling bodies. "What do you want to drink?" Halsey asked. "Fruit juice," Madeline replied. Halsey laughed. "No juice in a bar. How about a blue cocktail instead?" Soon, two blue cocktails arrived. Both of them relaxed, sipping their drinks. Suddenly, a commotion stirred nearby. Someone whispered, "Hey, look at that VIP booth! It's all booked tonight. I heard it's Gilbert Greenwood's birthday, and some rich kids are throwing him a party."

It was Edward. "I forgot my towel. Can you bring it over?" he asked. "To Juliet's place. You know the address, right?" I let out a bitter laugh. Of course, I did. Every month, Edward and a few guys from finance would gather at Juliet's SoHo loft. They always called it a 'work get-together'. He took me there a few times. The men would slump on the couch, drinking, playing poker, and talking business, while Juliet strutted around in crop tops and tiny shorts like it was a runway.

Along one side of the hall stretched a banquet table that could rival a royal wedding, glass chafing dishes lined in perfect symmetry, steam curling into the air, carrying the scent of creamy pasta, honey-glazed chicken, smoked salmon, buttered vegetables, and trays of pastries so beautiful no one wanted to touch them. On the opposite end, a full cocktail station gleamed under the chandeliers. Crystal decanters sparkled, filled with rosé, champagne, cocktails in every shade imaginable. Drinks flowed like liquid laughter, endless, effervescent, indulgent. Cassia didn’t even hesitate. She grabbed a shot glass, clinked it against mine, and downed it. “Tonight,” she declared, “we party until the

Zofi clarified the sudden invite. Lizzie nodded. Zofi and the rest of the ladies went home early for their sudden overeas trip the following day. “What time did you start drinking?” she asked Billie. She could hear people inside his apartment. “They just arrived a few minutes ago,” he said. “Alright, just make sure it won’t end so late. It may be the weekend but you really have to rest too,” she said. “Yes, Miss. I’ll end the party after 3 hours,” he said.

“There are plenty of fresh meats, and I’m hungry.” “Like the one on your plate?” I blurted out before I could stop myself. I was so over him describing women with food. He didn’t respond as expected, and I averted my gaze to his assistant. “Dante, what time will the party be starting?” “It’s an all-night party, we leave by 12am.”

“Sure, the more the merrier. The cocktail party is an attempt at networking.” “Well if that’s the case, I’ll try to bring two friends. What time is the party?” “Seven. I’m serving booze and light refreshments,” she said with a smile. “I hope it’s the good stuff,” he said with a grin. She chuckled. “It won’t be cheap, but it won’t be super expensive either. I’m not the wife of a rich lawyer anymore. Dress is semi-formal.”

Samuel gently places Charlotte on one of the couches and uses his jacket to cover her like a makeshift blanket, while Noah and the twins search for shot glasses, salt, and, of course, lime. Not even five minutes later, we're consuming tequila shots like Carrie Bradshaw downs cosmos. Who knows, with the way tonight is going and growing, we might have our own "Sex and the City" moment. Four hours later, we're still going strong. "I wonder if Max Blackwell will show up tonight!" Caleb suddenly shouts above the blaring music as she goes to pour herself another vodka shot. "Can you believe we found two full, unopened bottles of the stuff in the kitchen half an hour ago? Trust me, that party was o

“Why did you push the glass away. You were almost done with your drink.” “Let go of me. Leave me alone!” I shouted. My eyes turned and I felt dizzy. I tried to walk, but stumbled back many times. Then I leaned on the wall for support. “Leonardo, she's dizzy already,” one said, chuckling. “When will the party be over?” “In one and a half hours time.” “Enough time, then.” Leonardo said. A faint smirk appeared on his face and he looked at me. “Mrs, looks like you're stuck with us for a while.”