RP | Party Time
[For anyone and everyone who has an invitation]
Now that Phillipe's home was filling up with faces that Julien just basically didn't recognise, he was having second, third, forth and tenth thoughts about any sort of party. It was too late, though, and he had to like it or lump it. Phillipe knew just about everyone here on some level, as was what rolled with the circles he moved in as a sought-after businessman and software developer. It wasn't like Julien was foreign to parties like this, or to people with money. He had grown up with it, it was the lifestyle he was used to. But since joining the RAF, his tolerance levels had just shifted. His idea of a celebration when he wasn't away on service was a beer in front of the TV with a good DVD. There wasn't even half enough junk food to placate him, it had been a long time since he had anything remotely gourmet and he had to fight the urge to pick the sundried tomatoes off the crackers and just go to the kitchen to smear it with peantu butter.
He hovered over the edge of the room, nursing a beer in his hand and leaning against the mantel trying to blend it. It made it hard when the party was technically for him, and he made mental note to thank Sophie for hovering with him and subtlely screening who managed to approach him. He didn't know whether he still looked a little shellshocked, but he definitely felt dazed, and he appreciated her company so he didn't have to make too much small talk with people he could barely remember. It wasn't like he had much more to talk about than his service, and that was the last thing he really wanted to think about on his time off.
Now that Phillipe's home was filling up with faces that Julien just basically didn't recognise, he was having second, third, forth and tenth thoughts about any sort of party. It was too late, though, and he had to like it or lump it. Phillipe knew just about everyone here on some level, as was what rolled with the circles he moved in as a sought-after businessman and software developer. It wasn't like Julien was foreign to parties like this, or to people with money. He had grown up with it, it was the lifestyle he was used to. But since joining the RAF, his tolerance levels had just shifted. His idea of a celebration when he wasn't away on service was a beer in front of the TV with a good DVD. There wasn't even half enough junk food to placate him, it had been a long time since he had anything remotely gourmet and he had to fight the urge to pick the sundried tomatoes off the crackers and just go to the kitchen to smear it with peantu butter.
He hovered over the edge of the room, nursing a beer in his hand and leaning against the mantel trying to blend it. It made it hard when the party was technically for him, and he made mental note to thank Sophie for hovering with him and subtlely screening who managed to approach him. He didn't know whether he still looked a little shellshocked, but he definitely felt dazed, and he appreciated her company so he didn't have to make too much small talk with people he could barely remember. It wasn't like he had much more to talk about than his service, and that was the last thing he really wanted to think about on his time off.