2 Hour Cocktail Party Novels & Stories

I could not help but be amazed by the woman next to me because she was so stunning at this moment that it seemed like looking at her for just one night would never be enough. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, and I could still hear the party's distant hum—music and laughter resonating through the night. It had already gotten to be two in the morning when I looked at my watch, and with festivities lasting well into the night, the celebration showed no signs of abating.

So even though I was reaching a point where I would consider doing it, those nagging doubts kept me from ever trying. The sales firm where I work as a secretary/receptionist has a cocktail party once a month to entertain clients and I am usually in attendance as 'Girl Friday' and 'gofer'. When the number of clients is small the party is usually held right at the office, when the guests are more numerous a hospitality suite is usually reserved at a local hotel. The affairs are generally low-key, but a lot of casual flirtation takes place. I admit to having been 'felt up' a time or two and a few boozy kisses have been exchanged, but once I indicated that I had no interest in going any farther

I settled onto one of the barstools, watching them move around each other with the ease of people who'd been together long enough to anticipate each other's movements. "So," Hazel said, studying me. "How was the drive?" "Long. Ethan asked approximately seven hundred questions about tall buildings." "Seven hundred seems conservative." Oliver handed me a perfectly pulled espresso. "Sugar? Cream?" "Just cream, thanks." He passed me a small pitcher. The coffee was excellent, rich and smooth without the bitterness I sometimes got at home. "The party's at a venue downtown," Hazel said. "Everything's getting set up now. We're heading over around four, give them time to finish decorating and all tha

I spend a boring afternoon watching as the Alphas arrive and then move to the backyard to enjoy time by the pool. Finally, Clint comes back to the room, just as I get out of the shower. The official cocktail party starts at 6pm, with a sit-down dinner at 7pm.

Still respectable, but clearly not inner circle. A physical representation of her status: close enough to see them, far enough to be irrelevant. She studied the timeline. 7:00 PM - Cocktail reception in the gallery 8:00 PM - Guests move to ballroom for dinner 8:30 PM - Welcome remarks and first course 9:30 PM - Auction and entertainment 10:30 PM - Dancing The cocktail hour would be too crowded, too chaotic. Too many people watching, too many variables. Dinner was too structured. Dimitri would be seated with Eve, surrounded by other guests at his table.

They gesture to a black sofa by the side, and I walk over to it and sit. Six stands by the door like he's been assigned to secure the exit. A waitress comes in with a tray of champagne. I pick up a glass and bring it to my lips. I watch as she offers one to Six, “No,” he says, blocking her with his hands. I smirk, “yeah Six, keep your stiff-ass self in check.” He laughs at my words as he finally lifts the glass of champagne. 6 HOURS LATER It’s already six hours, and they’re still not done.

“So many! About thirteen people have asked if I was having a party or not.” “Great. You’ll create the order of events, right? I told her the party is overnight, but the real deal starts in the morning by ten. Just invite twenty to twenty-five people. Three or four hours should be enough.” “Alright. So how much are you dropping for this party?” He asked, with a large, eager smile.

It really ruins the whole storming off in anger when you can’t get the door to open. “You’re not going anywhere.” Carol drags me back. “Why don’t we give him a taste of his own medicine?” “What do you mean?” I perk up at that. “Tonight the resort is hosting that cocktail party they have every other Wednesday during the winter season. They do festive drinks and finger foods for the guests, but we can crash it. I’m sure there will be out of towners since we don’t date locals.” “Does Hazel go to these cocktail parties?” I know they’re at his resort, but I’m sure he can’t be involved in everything.

"I don't know if that's a good idea, they've usually spiked the drinks with alcohol and other questionable substances by this time." "This time? What time is it?" "Around 1 Am." Very surprised, I say, "1 Am? We've been dancing for almost 3 hours..." "Yeah, we were having so much fun that we didn't even realize so much time passed, the hours fly when you're having so much fun..."

She sighed as his hands began to roam across her body and his lips worshipped her skin. * * * * * * * * * * * * They snuck back into the party, cutting it close. It was 11:50 pm, and they had been gone for almost two hours. She wouldn’t change a thing. Well, perhaps she would have wished the night lasted longer, that they didn’t have to go back to the party.