Felicity smiled taking his arm, “Because people like us, don’t ever see ourselves at these things until it’s too late. Took me three parties before I realized that I was going to have to go shopping for the proper atire. Seeing as cocktail attire for me was jeans, converse and a tank at the bar when I first starting going to them. How are you enjoying yourself Scico? First big party,” Felicity asked with a smile.
“Three? That’s got to be rough,” he laughed, grabbing a drink from a passing waiter with his free hand. “Yeah. First party that isn’t a ‘lets lay around and eat food and drink alcohol’ that’s put on by me or one of my friends. It’s a little odd, not going to lie.” He took a long drink before returning the smile.