The next exercise…

This time we could go to 600 words!

this time we had to write on what a character feels, see and thinks at a party but we also had to write from someone who intimidates the main character…

“He arrived at the address, parked his faithful old sedan. When he walked past the bamboo tiki lamps flickering in the cool night air he couldn’t stop his nervous fidgeting. The moment he stepped past the front door he was assaulted by the sickly smell of tobacco and incense laced heavily with the smell of marijuana. All through the house came the drumming beat of disco music that accompanied the array of multi coloured lights and reflections of mirror balls.
He wandered aimlessly, still clutching the same napkin full of food and sipping the same beer. He tried to chat and mingle however his awkward shyness tended to make others somewhat uncomfortable and they usually moved away from him leaving him to wonder why he even accepted the invitation.
Then he saw her in the kitchen “Oh Christ,” he said to himself. His mind reeled, what was she doing here at the same party? Almost immediately his heart beat faster and his palms grew sweaty. He looked at the floor then at her and then back at the floor whishing its hardwood boards would open up to swallow him. But universe ignored his cry. So he tried to look casual and aloof as he drank his beer and positioned himself in the kitchen doorway in a nervous attempt to catch her eye. He despondently saw the men standing near to her were in complete rapture as they hung on her every word or move. Something he understood all too well. He had heard other women comment that she was pretty but nothing out of the ordinary only that wasn’t what he saw. As a result, he had admired her from afar. For him she was a goddess, whom he knew had little time for awkward nerds like himself. Then he noticed she was looking at him and he gave his best and ultimately timid smile.

God, she thought, why am I even here? Lately these parties were all the same, bad disco music awful lights the usual drunks and pot heads. Even the food and drinks were as unimaginative as the last party she went to. Why was it that as much as people tried to make their party different they always ended up the same?
There were the women who sat in their little pathetic, clicky groups who invariably bitched and moaned about their men and how useless they were at home and in bed. Of course the husbands avoided their wives just as avidly to gather in what they believed were prime alpha groups. Getting drunk comparing their sports heroes, teams and eventually laughed at their own lude, insidious, sexually explicit and horrendous jokes. Then there were those that sought out the darkest corner they could find to engage in the painful rituals of their one night stands.
She only came to these parties because it was easier than saying no to her friends. Then when she attended she drank either wine or wine coolers as she mingled and chatted. But she never really understood why all the unattached men at these parties always seemed to be drawn to her. Each of them with their despairing sycophantic attempts at trying to seduce her. But she learned to take advantage of those men and subsequently play games with them. But some of the more supposedly masculine men complained she was nothing in the end but a tease. For her though it was a way to help pass the appropriate amount of time till she could politely say good bye to the hosts.”

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