"Evan! Hey, thanks for coming." Monica sounded genuinely excited to see you; a surprise, to be sure.
"Well, yeah... uh I am. I mean, you know... thanks for inviting me. To your party." Your oratory skills are less than polished when clouded with the far-off promise of sex. "I brought a six pack. I mean, it's Miller. But you know, it's beer. I wasn't... I wasn't sure if you wanted me to bring anything, but... you know, I did anyway. I hope that's cool."
"No, thanks. That's nice. I'll just put this in the fridge." Monica beamed.
You scan the house and realize you and Monica are the only ones in the house currently.
"Oh, shit! Am I early? I'm sorry, I mean, you said eight, right?" You apologize for the actions you determine yourself to be guilty of.
"No no, you're on time. It's just that your the only one."
You and Monica chat casually, waiting for the other guests to arrive. |