Lugubrious sits slouched along the windowsill in the corner of the room. His dark shirt and oversized pants make him feel like an invisible child lost in the glow of left over Christmas lights. His face is gaunt with the pale realization of a stark New Years Eve. As if suddenly the night was naked itself, he turns and looks out the window. Would this year be any different? Ordinarily he would have sauntered up to the mini bar and debated this sad fact over another cocktail, except for one thing that held him back.
Flamboyance was always too stunning to approach. She stands decorated in a red sequined gown that has a high slit up the side and sparkling red shoes to match. Her hair is like a dark ocean carrying out the rest of the party. Flamboyance surely would have made conversation with him. Perhaps she would have asked him how his year had been, and why was it, she had yet to see him at any of the other holiday parties? Instead of throwing his Occupied friend under the bus, he would have to instead look for another scapegoat. One that wasn't rushing around the room talking about how there is never enough time.
"My goodness it's hard to believe it's already been a year," Maudlin shakes her head at Flamboyance. From afar she looks to be in her forties, but up close her skin is a mosaic of lines and texture.
"Yes," Lugubrious nods. "I certainly hope the next one has Joy."
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