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The party had seemed like a really good idea at the time. All three of them were actually around and were going to be for a few weeks. There were so many people they wanted to catch up with, and they were well overdue for a good party. Their apartment seemed like as good a place as any to host it, too. They had access to plenty of good sound equipment, and it was big enough for a decent party.
And it still seemed like a good idea. Soren was psyched for the whole thing. But he also would have been lying if he’d said that there wasn’t a healthy dose of apprehension there too. There were a lot of people that Soren hadn’t seen since… well, he hadn’t seen them for a while. And the memories that came with seeing some of them wasn’t exactly the best. He was ready to move on and build the future, build new, better memories. Even still, in the run up to the party, his symptoms flared, leading to Rori and Mateo finding him lying on the floor even more than usual.
When the day came, at least, he was starting to feel better. Erin had sorted the alcohol for them, meaning they had an entire bar’s worth of alcohol sitting in their dining area. They’d gotten it pretty cheaply, at least, and Soren was pretty sure that there wouldn’t be too much of it left. Between himself, Rori, and Mateo, they’d rigged a good sound set up for the music. Food wise, they’d just decided to order pizza. You couldn’t beat a good pizza for a party, and they’d long ago figured out the best spot within delivery distance for their apartment.
Fueled by plenty of caffeine and sugar (and some actual food at Rori’s orders), Soren was beginning to feel like he could face the party properly. Being all dressed up and having some makeup on made him feel a little more like his stage persona, and having a drink in his system only further went to confirm that. He was nervous; but he’d done scarier things when he was nervous, and he’d always come out just fine. He could do this too.
Callie was one of the first to arrive in her usual bright, colourful, bouncy self. She hadn’t arrived empty handed, bringing bags of chips and some homemade dip, and immediately made herself at home, putting them out as everyone else arrived. People trickled in, getting drinks for themselves and making themselves at home throughout the apartment. Soren claimed his usual favourite spot on one of the couches, near their makeshift bar and the door so he could greet newcomers, but also near the food. Maybe he could finally relax now.