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Dead Sexy Society:
Chapter Ten
Not to brag but Gerard Pitts could have any job he wanted. And in fact had been offered about every highly sought lightning job in the industry. The real reason he had stuck with Welton Press wasn't the money, or the artist freedom, or even the free stuff, though admittedly all that stuff was quite nice. No the real reason he had stuck around was the parties. Because although Charlie Dalton Jr. and Charles Dalton Sr. shared very very few similarities the ability to throw a kickass part was one of them. Often times Gerard wasn't even sure what they were supposed to be celebrating but he also went anyways, if only to steal a few fluorescent coloured drinks and chat up girls from proofreading.
Tonight's party was to celebrate the 100th edition of Welton's sports magazine Hard Rush which Gerard had always thought had sounded like a porn film. Despite the fact that most of the guys who worked for the magazine were the same douche bags who had broken his cameras in high school he decided to go anyways, because free food is free food no matter what jerks are responsible for it. That's what he reminded himself of anyways as he pushed his way through a crowd of people who seemed to be roughly the same length horizontally as he was vertically. Finally emerging mostly intact at the table Knox, Steven and him had staked out earlier in the upper level of the bar, away from the sweaty masses of meatheads.
"You better enjoy these because I went through high school flashback to get them." Gerard announced unceremoniously dropping the tray on the table and settling back into a stool which appeared to be made out of a life preserver.
"Aaaaah, high school. Getting rejected by pretty girls and sneaking into the drive in. Fun times." Knox said grabbing for his drink which was way less...well girly, frankly than his usual. "Man, I hate coming to these parties just because there's no way I can order an appletini without getting my ass kicked."
Steven snorted, "You could be at Society drinking an appletini and you would still get your ass kicked. By me." Which started a long and halfhearted debate on the merits of fruit flavoured cocktails which Gerard only sort of listened to, opting rather to people watch. Charlie was sitting over by the bar chatting with a brunette who looked vaguely familar while Charles Dalton Sr. hammed it up for some reporters in the opposite corner.
"Hey," He said jabbing Steven in the shoulder rather harder than was strictly necessary, "Who's that girl Charlie's talking to. I know her from somewhere."
Steven turned biting the side of his lip thought. "Hmmm...I'm not sure...but I know her from somewhere, hey Knox do you know her?" But he's wasn't paying attention, staring off in the opposite direction over where Mr. Dalton was standing with the Editor-in-Chief of Hard Rush Chet Danbury. "Hello? Knox? Earth to Overstreet."
"Huh? What?" Knox snapped his head back looking dazed and quite possibly drunk already on three sips of what Pitts is pretty sure is nonalcoholic beer. "Sorry, what? Who're we looking at?"
They pointed in perfect sync at the brunette, who had leaned in closer to Charlie, giggling and chatting. "Oh, ya...that's...you know...what's her name. Neil Perry's girlfriend, you know, whats-her-face."
"Boo." Gerard said, pouting into his drink.
"Don't worry, if you ever break up you're like the no name brand of tall dark and handsome, she'll come running to you." Steven said patting him on the shoulder.
"What the hell does that even mean?"
"Well, you know, you're both tall with dark hair and stuff. I mean Charlie actually said to me he wanted the model version of you for the shoot."
"'The model version'! So what I'm not good looking enough is that what you're saying?"
"From an objective standard point of view he's slightly more appealing to a wider group of people."
"Steven. You're a dick."
"Hey! I said objectively!"
"Oh, my bad, objectively from the standard point of view you're a dick."
"Wow, Knox did you hear that? He called me a dick!" Steven glanced over at Knox for some sort of support but he was too busy staring off in the other direction chin in his hand drooling just slightly. "Uh? Hello, Knox? Seriously, what are you looking at?" He turned in the direction of his besotted gaze only to be met with the overly perky (in his totally objective opinion) blonde hanging off of Chet's arm.
"You've got to be kidding me Knox. Her? Seriously?"
"She's pretty." Gerard added offhandedly.
"Sure, she's pretty but she's with Chet freaking Danbury."
Pitts hummed in agreement, "Good point, that guy could eat a football." He took another swig of his drink, "Too bad for Knox though."
"It's not just too bad," Knox said suddenly rejoining the conversation after a trip to blonde girl la la land. "It's a tragedy, a girl that beautiful in love with such a jerk."
"All the good ones go for jerks, you know that."
Steven's phone buzzed on the table, "And that'd be Charlie. If you excuse me I have to go rescue Neil's girlfriend from his semi-drunken tales of childhood woe."
"Speaking of good ones going for jerks." Gerard muttered under his breath pointedly. In retaliation Steven simply flipped Gerard off while pulling his coat and disappeared into the crush of bodies.
A.N. Abrupt endings ftw! I swear this chapter is more important than it seems right now. Well, okay it's not that important...but yet it is!
-C