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

With bloodshot eyes, sweaty palms, and cotton mouth he began to hear the sounds of laughter. 
 `` Finally.'' 
 He was closing in on his destination. 
 Ducking into a small poorly lit brick alley, he reached into his pockets. 
 *Shchkinkk* The iconic sound of a lighter. A light glow could be seen from the street as he took his final hit. 
 It was n't because he was nervous, though he was, he just could n't help himself. 
 
 The sharp meticulously maintained garden and white marble steps were already contrasting heavily with his long unkempt beard and shoulder length hair. He was n't usually invited to these things. 
 
 He walked up the stairs. 
 `` Here we go..'' 
 The bell hardly rang before the door burst open and a smiling face awaited him. 
 `` Howdy'' he said with an uncharacteristic southern twang. 
 Wordlessly, ushering with her hands, he crossed the threshold. 
 Something was off, everyone was staring at him. 
 Jokingly attempting to break the tension, 
 `` What you've never seen a homeless man before? *Haha*'' laughing a bit too loudly and soon at his own self depreciating humor. 
 *..Silence... * 
 Still no one had spoken, and all eyes were on him. 
 Uncomfortably, the man walked into the room pretending this was normal social interaction and looked for a seat. 
 
 Another man appeared behind him and pushed a seat against his calves, practically knocking him into the chair. 
 Everyone gathered around, all of an arms length away, staring and started to kneel around him. 
 `` What the hell are you all doing??'' 
 The woman who answered the door lifted a finger to his lips and held it there for a few moments. 
 Thoughts racing, he tried to find a reason to get up. Something to say. 
 
 Hands came out of no where with his favorite drinks and snacks. 
 `` I.. uhh hu.. thankss.'' He stammered. 
 
 His thoughts were garbled, messy, all over the place. 
 Palms continuing to sweat, no amount of this drink could wet his whistle, although he tried and more appeared. 
 His back ached from the chair and social discomfort. He was fidgeting. 
 Hands reached over and started soothingly caressing his back. 
 Placing his hands over his eyes and leaned foward in the chair making himself small. 
 He swayed back and forth, forward and back, as a mother would rock a baby. 
 Mostly forming words with his mouth rather than speaking, 
 `` This is just paranoia, I am too high, just paranoia, I am too high'' 
 *SMACK* The man fell to the floor. 
 The crowd backed off. 
 And there he would lie until the end.... 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

