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   mabel had to play nice all night long. for a girl who had spent most of her weeknights roaming the city with a backpack filled to the brim with spray cans, she wasnât feeling all too nice. the work party was already a test of her patience without exhaustion weighing heavily on her, what with the benefactors mingling with the artists and city aesthetes; her job for the night was not to just exist, but to impress as the galleryâs assistant curator. thankfully, the open bar provided her enough wine to sweeten her often bristly charm â if her bluntness could even be considered â charm â. it did the trick when it came to straight facts about the new art installments and the galleryâs goals for the upcoming year, but when it came to ass kissing? not so much. still, mabel persisted, not wanting to embarrass her boss or the gallery just because she was feeling a little tired. and so she smiled and charmed and networked, all while imagining her bed awaiting her at home.Â
   finishing her first glass of wine, mabel sought refuge from small talk at the bar â just a quick break, she promised herself. however, she came upon a familiar figure there ( so much for a break, she thought ). for some reason or another, she couldnât put a name to the face and assumed he was another donor of the gallery. mabel painted her smile back on and greeted him, â i hope youâre enjoying yourself tonight. â    Â
