♕ // {all} because you ☆ want ☆ to be ||

Will had never been the antisocial type. He still wasn’t. In any other context, this party would have been the kind of place he thrived. The crushing anxiety, however, regarding the population of the party, had thrown him off his game. Two glasses of wine in and still generally uncomfortable, he found himself pacing across the same wall. It seemed less densely-populated than the rest of the party, and it made it easier for him to plan his next step.

The next step couldn’t be escape. Will was too prideful for that. So, he mused after what else he could possibly get him out of this social catch-22. More wine wouldn’t fix anything, clearly, so he let his feet carry him where they well– and they, of course, led him right into the company of someone else.

Maybe this was a positive development. After all, ones own thoughts were hardly good company. Will cleared his throat, shifting his weight from foot to foot for a moment and putting his hands on his hips. “Good evening,” he managed, offering a smile as radiant as they came, “I, uh– how’re you doing?”

With the glass of wine in her hand, she took her time stalking around the room, meeting brief glances with a small smile but with her attention fixated on the extravagance of the party. The conversations she inserted herself into turned boring quickly, and unfortunately, as she leaned slightly against the back of a chair, there didn’t seem to be anything to pique her interests. 

“That’s a charming, and old, way to say hello.” The tone of Kat’s voice carried a little tease as she turned to fully face the person who’d spoken. Her smile was accompanied with slightly narrowed eyes, the man looked almost... familiar. Her mind ran over any little memory to find when they’d met. He couldn’t possibly be from her day at NYU, every person in the room graduated before she stepped foot within the halls. 

“I’m doing pretty well. No reason not to be at a holiday party right?”