Parties were one thing. Johnny could do parties. Modern parties might be a little out of his social element when compared with the structured balls and parties of his past, but the basic idea was the same. Socialize, dance, drink, flirt. A costume party, though? That was stretching it. There were a lot of things he was willing to put up with for his boyfriend, but despite Emo's best efforts he hadn't been able to talk Johnny into dressing up for this Halloween shindig of his.
He was lucky Johnny was even here. Johnny didn't know any of these music-industry types, outside of Emo's own bandmates. But he'd promised to be good and talk with them, so he got a spot at the bar and made himself comfortable. People always came to the bar, after all, and where better to get chatty? It was a sure thing someone would talk to him over here. If for some odd reason they didn't, well. Johnny had a glass, a bottle of Jack Daniels, and the comforting notion that no matter how many people Emo flirted with tonight he was still going home with him. He would survive without being too sociable.