Sean had somewhat been arm- twisted into staying till the end of the party-not with her Dad insisting no one leaves his house without eating-and JP pitching camp at the drinks’ table ,as if to declare to all -no interruptions welcome.
He resignedly sat down in the cushioned seats,which seemed to have been arranged for more formal guests.He now found himself seated between Carole on the left and Trudy on his right. Do not imagine even for a minute that he was enjoying his seating privilege. Carole had chosen to ignore him since he returned to the party and she threw him a not-so-friendly look every time he spoke to Trudy. But the formal part of the party was on going and there was not that much to take interest in. So he stayed,visibly uncomfortable,in the ironically sad position between two lovely girls.
Carole must have planned the torture mechanism elaborately.She even complained about his beer,something she had never ever seemed bothered about,even though she preferred wine which did not give off the same alcoholic whiff. She had sent back his third beer when the girl waiting came to deliver it.
“Did you find the Lord,my dear? What just happened to the beer?” He sarcastically asked.
“It smells bad.” And then looked away. Trudy on the other side stifled a laugh.
“Don’t be dramatic,it only smells after it’s been drank. But I could relocate. Give you opportunity to keep your breath pure”. Just then her dad approached them.
“I called on you young people to go and dance. Let me see you go.” Sean looked her way as if to seek her opinion.She avoided his gaze. The old man did not leave,as if daring them to disobey. Trudy got up.And so did Sean. She stayed seated.Her dad left when the two left. Music played on. He found a lively group and joined the dancing circle. Trudy joined in at the other end. She dashed over to ask Carole to join in,only to be shooed away.
“I don’t want to dance”. She joined another group soon after that.
With more drinks over several hours,the party kicked to life. People now laughed more freely,if not more loudly. JP maintained his position at the serving area. Sean struck up a conversation with aloud guy who kept dashing to the floor every time his song played. He had many of his songs playing that night.Carole casually shoved her way through the increasing number of people huddled together either dancing or shouting above the music. She greeted many of her parents’ friends and a lot of her childhood friends present. Although she smiled, her mind was far away. That ex-has spoiled an otherwise well planned party.Now she was angry at Sean. The annoying thing is that he did not seem to care,smiling and laughing away with strangers he had just met. Now, even Trudy had joined his group. That made her angry. She seemed the only one not having a good time at her party. She watched him from the corner of her eye;he was swigging beer and laughing away.
A fast song played.His group rushed to the dance area together,Trudy among them. She on the other hand didn’t have anywhere to go. She just moved around the place,aimlessly watching guests milling around.
A reggae song played. Dancers paired up. First up front,then front to back. Trudy’s massive derriere was dangerously close to his fly. In a few fast steps she was at them. She grabbed him by the hand. He seemed to protest. She dragged him on.
“So now you want my cousin too!” She wondered more than asked, when they stopped,besides the garage.
“You refused to dance”.
“Are you kidding me?”
“You were not speaking to me,remember?”
“It that your excuse. I thought you better…?”
“Now that you are,can we go dance?”. That seemed to enrage her the more.”She ruba-dubbed me.I was the innocent one here.”
You like her too?
She stomped off,cursing under her breath. He raced after her,but then decided against it when he approached a group of guests.
In the distance,she was leading Trudy away by the arm,a tad roughly.
It was time to leave.