[ WP ] A man that is socially awkward goes to a party full of mind readers .

*Get out and meet people*. Gregor thinks to himself in his mother ’ s voice. He dries his palms on his blue jeans then dips his right hand into his front pocket and fiddles the fake coin, his'go-to' ice breaker that often goes nowhere. The ad for the local magicians meetup that he found in the back of the city paper seemed an appropriate place as any. Gregor loved sleight of hand and assumed everyone else who did was probably as socially terrible as him. 
 
 The address of the meetup was an old brownstone downtown. Gregor checked three times to makes sure this was the place. * This can ’ t be it*. He reaches out for the brass door handle and misses. The door is open and Gregor is still looking at his hand confused by he messed up something as simple as opening a door. By the time he sees the man in the suit Gregor realizes that he has been staring at his now crotch high hand for entirely too long. `` Welcome,'' the body wearing the suit says. 
 
 `` Thanks,'' Gregor says as he unclaws his hand for a shake. The suit grabs it firmly, slaps him on the shoulder with the other hand and pulls him inside. 
 
 The foyer's marble floors reflected the chandelier flawlessly. Gregor thought about cleaning them and was glad he did n't have to. Then an image of the mounting pile of dishes in his own sink popped into his head. `` Is n't it beautiful,'' the man said as he walked Gregor towards the closed double doors. 
 
 `` It really is.'' 
 
 `` I'm just glad I do n't have to clean it.'' 
 
 `` I was just thinking that.'' Now Gregor was thinking about Hollow Earth theory. Maybe he could meet a girl from inside the earth or at least one who could pretend to be. Gregor realized that maybe he should stop thinking about bizarre sci-fi sexcapades and talk to the stranger in the mansion. 
 
 Gregor opened his mouth but before he could speak the man was opening the door. `` Hold that thought, Gregor.'' 
 
 He did n't remember introducing himself but could n't say for sure. He reassured himself by checking his pocket for the fake coin. It was there. Maybe he had said his name. Maybe the mystery girl could wear a lizard mask and a tattered burlap halter like the rest of the Inner Earth savage sexy Reptoids. 
 
 The man shook his head as he opened the door. The only sound was the high pitched creak of the heavy oak door moving on its ornate brass hinges. 
 
 “ Am I the first one here? ” Gregor asked upon hearing the silence. His question was answered when he realized the entire ballroom full of people had turned in unison to face him. “ *Did I fart? * ” Gregor thought. 
 
 From the back of the room Gregor heard a muffled snort laugh. Immediately followed by a slap. “ You didn ’ t fart, lizard fucker, ” someone shouted from the back of the crowd. The room burst into a fit of reluctant drunken laughter. 
 
 Gregor turned bright red. If he had latent superpowers he ’ d love for them to manifest now. 
 
 The man next to him in the suit studied him for a second. “ No superpowers. Right? ” Gregor shook his head defeated. “ Just checking. ” 
 
 “ *You can all eat a dick*, ” Gregor thought. 
 
 The man in the suit spun Gregor back through the door and across the grand foyer. “ Maybe this isn ’ t the group for you. ” 
 
 Back on the street he brought the fake coin out of his pocket. *Maybe its time for a new hobby*. Gregor threw the coin as hard as he could down the street.
