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I snake in through the entrance of the cabana, timed so as to catch the creatures at leisure, and perhaps with their guards down. My presence is immediately noticed by the band, with several of them catching my gaze, but soon they resume their slow feasting. The silverback appears to tolerate my presence. He seems to be gesturing toward a darkened area about ten feet south of where we sit. I acquire a libation similar in appearance to the ones that are firmly gripped by each patron, and lurk toward the dimmer, humid space.
There are mostly females present. They engage one another in pairs, incoherently yapping. They, too, each grasp a libation similar to mine. The two furthest from me, immediately after acknowledging my foreign presence, begin a laughter so riotous I can not help but to feel immediately uncomfortable and concerned with my safety. I am able to quell my initial fight or flight instincts, and the band allows me to crouch near them after witnessing my consumption of their drink.
I engage in the subject closest to me with simplistic vocal patterns. She seems to respond well and we exchange noises briefly while continuing to make progress on our drinks. I can not help, however, after several minutes of this, that I should not overstay my welcome among these odd beings. Upon completing my beverage I slowly stand upright. The female who had been loudest of the group takes a step toward me, throwing her arms wide. I initially flinch, but soon realize that the girl only wants an embrace. It is simply amazing how the basic natural need of reciprocated affection is present pan-species on this glorious planet.

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Trepidative

Why did I feel compelled to arrive late to some silly work shindig? It's not like I wasn't invited. And they have food there. I came in at like seven and the first thing my manager asked me was 'Why are you so late?' Not even a 'hello?' Great. Didn'tt bode well for the hangout to follow. I mumbled some fib about having dinner plans (I had been eating alone just prior, reading) then made a beeline to the bar for some liquid courage. After overpaying (I'd arrived just twenty minutes after happy hour ended. Of course I did.) I slowly made my way to the fancy lounge area where I'd been told the rest of the crew were hanging. I mustered a loud-enough "Hello" and two girls furthest from me looked at each other and burst into laughter! The two most gorgeous girls in the office, at that! They must have been talking about me, how could the now have? What were they saying? Only thing for sure I would have to avoid any kind of contact with them for the rest of the evening, that's for damn sure.
I was relieved to see Melinda was seated right next to me and she scooted over on the bench to allow a spot for me to occupy. I'd always liked Melinda, she was probably the nicest one out of everyone at work. I don't even remember what we proceeded to talk about, really I was so still mortified by the cruel cackles of those girls. We interacted for maybe five minutes, as soon as I finished my bottle of beer I got up to leave. Fortunately, I remembered my manners and gave the birthday girl a hug before saying goodbye. I am pretty sure it was appropriate to hug her at that time, and that the hug was of an appropriate duration. Her hair smelled of lavender.

Swaggering

Fashionably late I am, always. This Bodega date no exception. Generate goodwill even my boss is digging my presence. He give my dap I grab a brew and swagger into the backroom. Twin sweethearts get the giggles soon as I show my face, I'm that cool. Chop it up with the fellas for a second, I head in another direction with my intentions, so send my love to the little lady and I'm on my way out.

Alliterative

Backed into the Bodega Bar, everybody before me. Back-patted my boss who balked at the buddy-buddy. Bought a beer, barreled into the back room. Bitches abruptly began busting up inexplicably. Broke bread briefly with the bloke beside me. Became bored, greeted the birthday broad, polished my bottle then blew the bistro.

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I arrived at the wine bistro a little after 7, so everyone had been partying for about an hour. I spotted my manager and patted him on the back, he greeted me with a false friendliness and let me know everyone was in the lounge area. I bought a beer and walked to the back where the rest of my coworkers were seated. Two women, perched the furthest from me, shared a look and immediately burst into laughter. I made small talk about weekend plans with my nearest peers, finished my beer, hugged the birthday girl, then left.