Far from not being invited, Gordo was just of the opinion that he didn't need to go to every little party that the Dunwich mistakes threw. He wasn't a big party guy and the ritual once a month at least system was wearing a bit thin on him.
At least, that was what he'd bitched to Mark about when he'd first heard wind of yet another gathering for drinks and dancing. They'd just had one of these. Not all that long ago, now. And really, he would have been fine staying home (or what counted for it in his little room at Pickman) but not for --
Well. Gordo exhaled, ashed his cigarette and considered the ground for a moment. It wasn't like he wasn't allowed to change his mind. Do the rounds. Remind himself why he hadn't wanted to show up in the first place.
Eadwulf always seemed to show up and make the decision making process easier, though. "Not having fun?"