Hipster loft parties still weren’t his thing, but Jason thought this one was turning out pretty well. There were enough hot girls to distract him from fact that the place was a total dive. In fact, he had spent the last twenty minutes getting to know a blonde from Williamsburg, an aspiring artist/writer slash current barista named Rachel. Or maybe it was Rebecca? Either way, she was attractive enough for him to pursue, even if her excited rambling about her novel in progress had made his eyes glaze over. All Jason could remember was something about vampires (“But not, like, Twilight vampires or anything!”) and ‘the human condition.’ Clearly he’d have to steer the conversation away from her book (and maybe all books) when he ran into her again.
He eyed a couple more girls as he pushed his way through the crowd, flashing them his most charming smile if they returned his glances. One of them had her arm around the shoulder of a shy-looking girl; maybe he could wingman for Gabriel. If it worked out, Jason could consider it his good deed for the week.
But as his eyes scanned the crowd, he couldn’t seem to find him… or anyone else from Willowbrook. It wasn’t that big of a deal—they were all (mostly) trustworthy, responsible adults who knew how to handle themselves at a party. He shrugged off any niggling concern and fixed himself a drink at the refreshments ‘table.’ Nothing fancy, just a rum and coke that was a little heavy on the rum. Satisfied with his concoction, Jason turned around to head back out into the crowd, only to almost slam into another person. Thankfully, it was someone he knew.
“Sorry,” he said sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his neck.