It's not my sort of party, but I've had a long dry spell.

I jimmy some daddy's lock and find a bottle of '97 Stony Mountain cab. I pour a glass and claim a corner of the leather couch.

"This is so fuckin' awesome!" blondie burbles, plopping down beside. "Just did some dude's snake! So fuckin' big!"

"Still a bit on your cheek."

She wipes and licks it clean.

As she prattles on, I look across. There. Pallid, withdrawn, alone.

I thread through the groping, dancing couples to her.

"Waiting for me?"

She looks up, cheeks pinking.

"All my life."