2 Hour Cocktail Party Novels & Stories

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."

"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."

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

At this point if there was a hate the Smith’s group chat, Catherine would be the admin. Indistinct chatter came from all angles of this excellently decorated party venue. There was an endless display of exquisite delicacies. You could tell the party had begun when the sound of glasses clinking filled the air. Irish, Scott’s, American, Canadian, Tennessee, name it. All kinds of whiskey were present at this party. There was a mini bar with all kinds of exotic drinks, from spirits to cocktails. “What are we drinking?” Donovan asked. “Pineapple lime chelada,” Rachel answered.

"You'll all be given some time to settle in, and then the programming begins at two." She pauses, glancing at her phone before continuing. "There will be a social mixer until five, and then cocktail hour, and then a more formal dinner. There will be an hour or so reserved for the actual Mating Ceremony, and then…" "And then the formal scheduling ends?" "That would be correct," Carol replies, tucking her phone back into her pocket. Looking at Carol, I can't help but think that I'm not even as useful to him as his Beta. My deafness, my weakness.

It looked like it might rain, but I barely noticed anything other than the sensation of Chris’s leg pressed against mine. “So, what’s the rundown of tonight?” I asked, just wanting something—anything—to break the silence and the tension. Chris cleared his throat and checked my watch. “I believe there should be a brief time to mingle before the panel begins,” he said. “The panel should only last half an hour, an hour at the most; and then there will be a cocktail hour.” “Any afterparties?” I asked, suddenly cringing at how desperate I sounded just then. He shot me an amused glance. “Perhaps. Why, are you looking to extend our night?”

"I don't believe that anyone is able to force you to do anything." "You'd be surprised," I bitterly muttered under my breath. Fortunately, no one heard it. "Anyway, the party starts with cocktails by the pool at five. I can send my chopper to pick you up," he continued. A private helicopter?! Party at a pool?! God! What was I getting myself into again?! Then, of course, my hormones pointed out that I would have a chance to see Aiden's bare chest up close… I might have just become desperate for a cold shower.

“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.”