Nate: open
Nate had been looking forward to the party since Savannah had sent him the email. He knew it wouldn't be a party on the scale he was used to and that he'd have to lower his expectations but he'd learned over the years that the best parties sometimes happened in the most unexpected places. It was the people who made a party, not the venue, and Nate had met some seemingly nice people since he'd arrived the week before. Things weren't as bad as he'd first thought they might be.
This would be one of the first parties in a while where nobody would have an agenda.
Not on the scale of Chuck or Blair anyway.
Having had a few drinks, Nate sat down on one of the many sofas with a bottle of beer. He was pleasantly buzzed and happy to either talk or enjoy his own company, depending on whether somebody came over.