Page 3 of The New Year's Party
And it hits her.
There’s no more removal and no more Elton John. Just pure, unadulterated horror that has absolutely everything to do with her. A strangled shriek burns her throat.
“Help! Someone help!”
Then, finally, she throws up.
Part 1
The Invitation
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October 2019
Phelps:Bennett, my man! New Year’s this year?
Bennett:As in a party?
Phelps:If your old man ass can handle the hangover. What say you?
Bennett:Ambitious
Phelps:Last time you called something ambitious was my marriage to Kylie and we all know how that ended
Bennett:No, I like it. If there’s a party we’re in. Your place?
Phelps:Absofuckinglutely
Bennett:The whole crew?
Phelps:If Doug can keep his ass out of jail this year...
Bennett:Touche
Phelps:We have 3 months to convince them. Doug’s moving back anyway. And I’ll threaten Will until he says yes.
Bennett:How long has it been?? 5 years...?
Phelps:Multiple lifetimes
Bennett:Avengers Assemble
Phelps:Except the Avengers are now parents with beer bellies and serious credit card debt
Bennett:Speak for yourself man, I’ve been working out
Phelps:F u overachiever
Phelps:Making the rest of us look like crap
Phelps:Talk soon butthead. Say hi to your gorgeous wife
Bennett:Will do
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You are cordially invited to celebrate the New Year of 2020 at the residence of Nathaniel S. Phelps, starting at 6 p.m. on 12/31/2019. Given the potential for inebriation, sleeping bags and air mattresses will be provided so that all may spend the night in safety.
