The story behind this story is somewhat entertaining. I wrote this following story, The party people, in half an hour for the final examination of my creative writing class. The task specified in the exam was to “describe a party scene in detail, going in and out of your characters’ minds” - or something to that effect (I do not have the exam paper on me at this moment, did I ever mention that I collect them papers? loads upon loads of them?).

Since I do not appreciate drafts, or use them for that matter, I wrote the story and submitted it as is. I usually write and submit/publish instantly, and I rarely if ever change anything in the “completed piece” because when I finish pouring my thoughts I would have had just enough of them and would not want to read them too soon. Question: Is that abnormal?

At any rate, the story had a nice ending, one that I cannot entirely remember. This story is about the party crowd, in all its “phoniness” and shallowness. You see Jill and Mike together, who are the main characters, portraying a “good couple” image while each is having private thoughts which are extremely contrastive to each other. She thinks he’s nice while he’s faking it. The “twist” at the end, that I cannot bring myself to write at this time, is when one of Mike’s friends tells Jill ” Don’t worry honey, we won’t judge you” - after, of course, having judged her already.

Enjoy…hopefully.

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The spacious hall is bustling with people; some standing, some sitting and others swaying to the music while trying to sip on a lime-green liquid. The feature almost dominant in the scene, and which everyone adores, is the large, silver disco ball hanging from the ceiling. It adds a unique retro taste to the place and definitely helps joy-fakers fake some more.

With walls painted soothing blue, the open bar in the far right corner seems like a long-lost island. A Mecca for the thirsty and the naughty alike.

What with the revealing outfits, the fits of hysterical laughter, and the crazy atmosphere of dancing mindlessly, someone was bound to drop their glass because, you know, it’s not a party until something gets broken.

- “Oh my god! I just dropped my glass in front of all these people. Now they’re going to really think I’m so drunk”, Jill thinks to herself. “I’m terribly sorry”, she announces aloud, “really, I am”.
Her companion, Mike, tries to calm her frenzy.
- “It’s O.K. Nobody saw that”. He says.
-” Oh! They all think I’m drunk, don’t they?”
He thinks “I’m one of them!”, but says “No, they don’t. You’re overreacting. It’s just a party, so what if you dropped your glass, relax.”

-” Mom would be so proud of me if she sees me now like this. Oh my god!”. Jill goes on. “He’s such a nice guy”, she says to herself.
-”This is not right. This is so not right. I’m stuck with- with this drunken psycho”, Mike almost whispers.
-” Come again?”
-”I was just saying we need to get you another refreshing drink, and the party over there. Hey guys!”. He waves at a group of guys and girls at some table.

Jill feels flattered that he wants to introduce her to his crowd, little does she know.
-” I’ll go get another drink. I’ll join you at the table,” she tells him.

Mike, now with his friends, proceeds to telling them about his absent partner: “She’s been drinking non-stop ever since we got here. I think she has a problem, she couldn’t even keep on to her glass! Impossible!… Oh here she comes.”

-”Jill, this is Martha, Allison, Pat, and Ed. Everyone, this is Jill”.
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