11-23-2023, 02:33 AM
Jensen was rushed with conflicting emotions while Ezvin adjusted his collar. The proximity was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking, stirring a blend of nervous excitement and anticipation within him. It was a rare kind of intimacy that Jensen wasn’t used to, but he submitted to the adjustment to his clothes without looking away. He was acutely aware of every slight touch, the warmth of Ezvin's fingers brushing against his skin. It wasn't until Ezvin mentioned heading to the elevators that Jensen remembered to breathe, inhaling deeply as if coming up for air. Jensen glanced around them as reality crashed back around them, half-expecting curious onlookers but there were none.
As Jensen followed Ezvin into the heart of the party, he was immediately struck by the vibrant, almost electric atmosphere of the event. The space was alive with energy; music pulsated through the air, lights flickered in rhythm with the beat, and the crowd mingled in various groupings, laughing and having fun. For a moment, Jensen felt as though he had stepped into another world, one far removed from his regular life.
The lively scene was a stark contrast to the social environments he remembered. Parties back in Texas were always grand affairs: galas or fundraisers or family gatherings; formal and elegant. Here, surrounded by artists, musicians, and various creatives, Jensen felt a sense of awe. The way people interacted, the freedom and expressiveness in their movements, and the overall sense of cool sophistication – it was all so different, so exhilarating. He couldn't help but feel like he was someone else in this setting, as if he had momentarily shed his regular persona and stepped into a more adventurous, uninhibited version of himself. It was almost frightening.
At the bar, faced with the decision of what to drink, Jensen's mind raced to match what this version of him might order. As Ezvin leaned in to ask what he would like, Jensen's immediate thought was to order something simple, like water, to maintain a sense of control in this unfamiliar territory. But as he looked around, taking in the party atmosphere and Ezvin's expectant smile, he reconsidered.
He next considered whiskey, the spirit he was nursing the night he met Tony, a night when he was at his lowest, but he quickly remembered he didn’t enjoy its taste. In a split-second decision, Jensen settled on white wine.
"White wine,” he said, a sense of newfound confidence in his voice. As he spoke, he glanced at Ezvin to gauge his reaction then thanked him when it was offered.
As Jensen followed Ezvin into the heart of the party, he was immediately struck by the vibrant, almost electric atmosphere of the event. The space was alive with energy; music pulsated through the air, lights flickered in rhythm with the beat, and the crowd mingled in various groupings, laughing and having fun. For a moment, Jensen felt as though he had stepped into another world, one far removed from his regular life.
The lively scene was a stark contrast to the social environments he remembered. Parties back in Texas were always grand affairs: galas or fundraisers or family gatherings; formal and elegant. Here, surrounded by artists, musicians, and various creatives, Jensen felt a sense of awe. The way people interacted, the freedom and expressiveness in their movements, and the overall sense of cool sophistication – it was all so different, so exhilarating. He couldn't help but feel like he was someone else in this setting, as if he had momentarily shed his regular persona and stepped into a more adventurous, uninhibited version of himself. It was almost frightening.
At the bar, faced with the decision of what to drink, Jensen's mind raced to match what this version of him might order. As Ezvin leaned in to ask what he would like, Jensen's immediate thought was to order something simple, like water, to maintain a sense of control in this unfamiliar territory. But as he looked around, taking in the party atmosphere and Ezvin's expectant smile, he reconsidered.
He next considered whiskey, the spirit he was nursing the night he met Tony, a night when he was at his lowest, but he quickly remembered he didn’t enjoy its taste. In a split-second decision, Jensen settled on white wine.
"White wine,” he said, a sense of newfound confidence in his voice. As he spoke, he glanced at Ezvin to gauge his reaction then thanked him when it was offered.