The house was big, rooms on every floor except the basement where the show was. 5 or so bands Sean knew. It wasn't his house, but as they walked there he told Imogen that he practically lived there. He was an organizer, an ENFP he said to her. Alan could tell she was impressed, and Aaron whispered something to him like "Im an ENFU" and Alan had to shush him.
They quickly lost each other some people went to smoke outside, and Alan needed to piss. Too many liquids today he said to
Imogen Howe
and she laughed.
On the stairs there was already a line. Someone told him this was the bathroom line, but you could go outside if you like. Someone else that was stupid he said that him, why didn't he say that to her.
Alan felt too old, or something, maybe still hungover, the drunk wearing off, who knew. He would feel better after the bathroom.
He imagined Imogen dancing with Sean or smoking with him. Lighting her cigarette off his or something. He hated Sean, he knew Aaron would laugh at him. Say something like "You hate the kind of
Westcity
? How dare you? Dude don't worry he's a dick. Just playing his game trying to get laid like the rest of us."
