[he doesn't recognize the man approaching but he thinks maybe it's the host if it's someone checking to make sure he's enjoying himself. He has to pause and look around the room at the swirling dancers and the golden candle light and the gardens through the windows. No one's tried to drag him out on the dance floor or pulled him off to meet people that he won't remember the names off two minutes after they're given. Thoughtful, as if the man expected a real answer instead of a polite automatic response, he nodded, a single dip of his chin. Truth is - ]
Yeah. I am. [focusing back on the questioner, he asks in return:] What's the party for?
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[he doesn't recognize the man approaching but he thinks maybe it's the host if it's someone checking to make sure he's enjoying himself. He has to pause and look around the room at the swirling dancers and the golden candle light and the gardens through the windows. No one's tried to drag him out on the dance floor or pulled him off to meet people that he won't remember the names off two minutes after they're given. Thoughtful, as if the man expected a real answer instead of a polite automatic response, he nodded, a single dip of his chin. Truth is - ]
Yeah. I am. [focusing back on the questioner, he asks in return:] What's the party for?