Alan was washed with anxiety. His face reddened and he felt like his heart beat was in his throat. He had two options, one was tell Aaron where he was, in some ways it was likely the only place to go. Or just not say a word, and pretend his phone was dead. He checked his phone again.
A picture from Aaron "Already on the beers man." he was holding a
tallboy
of
PBR
.
"Fuck" Alan said out loud.
He was in the bathroom now, the fan whirring above his head. There was almost 30 minutes before the party.
Jack was already enough he thought and
Imogen Howe
's friend. It was too much. Too many parts, he thought if he could just stay there it would be fine.
Then a knock came from the door a pounding.
"Dude you done? I gotta piss. Need to piss before the party. Man that coffee just went through me."
Alan flushed pretending he used the toilet.
"I done one sec man, jeez."
"What you doing in there ? Jesus."
The walked by each other like high school times, finally Jack smiled.
