Ann was at it again, warmed by her drink and passing the time alone in a crowd full of people. Her husband was off with the boy’s drinking cognac and smoking cigars. She could hear his guffaws as they told each other the same jokes they had at the last party.
Ann liked the parties but never seemed to fit in and usually ended up mostly intoxicated but still having to pour her husband onto the couch. Oh she couldn’t blame him really, Donald worked his ass off in the Law firm and had been trying to make partner since they’d moved to New Orleans 4 years earlier.
She tipped her martini high and as she brought the glass down empty, was startled by the full one held out in front of her.
She looked up and deep into the eyes of David Brodeur. David was the exception in their little party circuit. He was the hottest lawyer at Martin Dean and Fitch and yet was never one to be found playing up to the partners. In fact sometimes it seemed the partners worked for him. He could command the attention of the room and at the same time disappear and engage you in the most private conversation as everyone else passed by.