Re: Kitchen
"I know," Louis said with a sigh. He didn't actually think Neil would have come all this way just for the free booze. "This isn't your kind of party, as far as I'm aware." Truthfully, he wasn't entirely sure what he knew about Neil anymore. He'd been so very full of surprises recently. But he couldn't have changed so much, or hidden so much, that he suddenly loved gallivanting off to overly loud Vegas parties hosted by tabloid princesses for the hell of it.
Louis stopped dragging Neil along once they were out of the kitchen, moving into the bedroom hallway, where the music and crowd were muted enough that he could actually hear himself think. "I came for Sam as well. She shouldn't be in a place like this. I assume that's why you're looking for her?"