Re: Vinnie/Gus : Food Table : 8:20p
It wasn't as if he hated parties. Gus could handle going to parties, he just didn't make it a habit. This one, however, was happening at the perfect time.
While he would have preferred to further consider the night before, he knew it wouldn't do him any good. Re-living it also seemed acutely out of the picture, and he was doing his best to avoid running into Alice or his sister.
But there was only so much space in the pool area, and only so many people.
It was, plainly, why he found himself ambling towards the food table. If nothing else, he could busy himself grabbing a bite of everything and look completely preoccupied, as if he wasn't thinking about how soft Alice's skin was, or the sharp taste of too much vodka lingering in the back of his mouth. When he arrived at the food table, he looked over the interesting array of food choices, settling on a shrimp cake.
Mouth full of shrimp delight, he finally noticed the cooler at the other end of the table, and the shorter man in the annoyingly vivid shorts. Gus, with no intention of going swimming, had worn a plain pair of khaki shorts and a dark red t-shirt. Brows raised in disbelief, he invited himself over to the cooler and grabbed a can of beer, swallowing the last of his shrimp cake in the process.
"Uh, thanks for the beer, man. Seems weird that there's only punch on the table," he said evenly enough, though he doing his best to not stare too much at his unnamed neighbor's weird tank top. "You look ready to party," he added lamely, focus shifting to opening his beer.