Maybe it was better to turn away from the computer anyway. Avery knew he was being a grumpy shit but he wasn't shying away from the realisation. "That's the... party, right? Your friends at trapeze?" He would rather stay in and watch TV with her, honestly. Have a couple drinks, make out at midnight, sounded good to him. It'd been several years since he'd been to a NYE party. But at least he wouldn't be home reading the trolls who kept jumping on his articles.
"I- yeah, I can go to your party. Where is it happening, again?" Make the effort, you asshole. Don't be such a fucking killjoy. Maybe she'll want to have more fun with you if you make the effort for her. Do what she likes even if you don't know anyone.