He wishes he was somewhere else; leaning on the kitchen countertop, he watches the party from behind dark-tinted lenses. Revelry is a spectator sport.
He doesn't do small talk. Or long, drawn-out speeches. Mostly, he doesn't talk at all. Maybe the silence makes him interesting. He shrugs to himself.
Someone has dropped a cigarette butt in his drink. Probably the short bleach-blonde with the neon pink shoes. He tips it away, pours another glass of something smooth. Across the room, a woman in an over-stretched, sequin dress is grinding her ass against a man in a novelty sombrero. He sips his drink.
Man, he wishes he was somewhere else...
Previously appeared in my personal blog Bewildering Circumstances
Rebecca L. Brown is a British writer based in Wales. She specialises in horror, SF, humour, surreal and experimental fiction, although her writing often wanders off into other genres and gets horribly lost. For updates and examples of Rebecca’s work, visit her Twitter page @rlbrownwriter or her blog Bewildering Circumstances. Contact Rebecca.http://bewilderingcircumstances.blogspot.com/