Characters: Harrison Boot and Richard Hastings Setting: A Posh Cocktail Party Content: Worksafe/TBA Summary: Harrison is bored out of his mind, and meets Richard.
Harrison wasn’t a fan of cocktail parties- at least not ones that weren’t some how work related where the end of his duties was whispering the names of whoever was coming up and their wives so that Rachel could look like she was on top of every single aspect that there was. He enjoyed that work, and the free drinks. But just being at a cocktail party because his old college roommate had begged him to come? That wasn’t fun at all, meeting the man’s fiancé or no. The idea that he was stuck there with nothing productive to do was worst thing about the whole affair, honestly. Harrison like to be useful, he liked to work. And if he couldn’t work, he could at least visit his mom, pick up some guy and exhaust himself back at home with him. That was also productive- just in a different way.
Dressed in a dark coal suit with a purple shirt under it and matching coal tie, he looked sharp enough as he nursed his second martini of the night, trying not to say something sarcastic when the woman next to him ordered some horrible pink drink that went into a martini glass. Only martinis should be in martini glasses- maybe some olives if you wanted them. Gin or vodka, nothing fancier than that. Maybe his sudden hatred of cosmopolitans came from an earnest want to leave without being asked one more time why he was a personal assistant when he’d studied law at a highly accredited university.
There was a reason why he didn’t like to social- it involved a lot of stupid questions. He wondered in the cosmopolitan girl would cry if he made her weight shift up a hundred pounds when she want onto the scale. No- that she should blame on the scale. Ten pounds maybe? That sounded good to him.
Finishing his drink he put it onto the cocktail with some money left under it for the bar keep, turning around to leave and scout to see if he could sneak out easily. Instead he found himself bumping into another man, stumbling back half a step. “Terribly sorry,” he said at once, eyes flicking up.