Conlan spent most of the evening keeping to the edge of the action. The object of his affection, Joe, had continued to be oblivious to the younger man's crush. Conlan, slightly heart-broken by Joe after he discovered the doctor had asked Gus to be his date, had stayed away from the couple. He didn't want to look at the two of them. He hoped them the best, the bastards.
Conny took the last drink of his red plastic cup, once full of party punch and set the empty on the table. He sat in the same spot on the couch his older brother had occupied earlier in the night. For the second time, Mars and Zap had disappeared from the tent. Great. Conlan had the sinking suspicion he was going to be last loser sitting alone as the dude with the push-broom went by. It wasn't his fault he was attracted to men, or the fact that there was a limited amount of others like him around. Or that Joe was apparently his type, he didn't even know he had a type.
Conlan smiled and waved to a few happy couples that walked by. "Lookin' good guys!" 'Sons of bitches...' He thought as he choked out a laugh.
Okay, this wasn't right. Since when had he been so obsessed with finding someone? Probably when his troll of an older brother found love. God bless Zap for loving him, no one else would. Conlan was the likable Murphy, where was his Zap? He set his feet up on the table in front of him. 'Fuck it,' he thought. A new Conlan from now on, more like the old Ronan. "I don't need any of them." He mumbled to himself toward the prom crowd in front him.