The movie he just watched was enough to make his knuckles a little ashen, imperceptible under the glare of the lights in the after-party. The shakes in his hands made him feel unsteady, resentment rocking him to his core. How unfortunate it was to have his worst enemy memorialised in a representation that did her more justice than she deserved. Worse even was the fact that in his hurry to make quick and polite greetings, he’d lost sight of his date and anyone he could stomach talking to. Summoning whatever patience he had, he approached someone with their back turned. He fixed the sleeves of the flattering white blazer and cleared his throat to alert them to his presence. Painting a clever little smile on his face he added, “Could you point me into the right direction of the bar?”
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