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Seth was beginning to wonder just when he started dreading parties instead of relishing in them. Actually he knew the answer to that. He hadn't truly enjoyed a party since Leanne, and nothing compared to his days on the United. He let out a sigh as he took a sip of his drink. Some days he really regretted taking that trade offer, he really could backtrack his downward spiral to that moment. Not to mention it really sucked that he burned so many bridges with practically the whole team.

Whatever, point was that parties weren't as fun anymore, especially now that they were part of PR and he still had a role to up hold. He hardly knew anyone here, and he didn't bring a date. At least he was able to drag Michal along, who spent half the time pestering him about his new 'girlfriend', which she wasn't, she was just a friend that he happened to go out with every once and a while; then disappeared the second a couple of gorgeous women walked by.

He turned away from the bar, setting a goal to go find someone to converse with so he wouldn't be seen as anti social for the entirety of the time he spent at the party. He was distracted by he thought was someone calling his name when he walked right into someone spilling the contents of his drink on both of them.

"Shit. Sorry I wasn't even ---" he stopped short when his eyes landed on just who he had ran into. Of course, of course it would be her. It always happened like this. Just enough time would pass that he could almost forget about her, and then because fate hated him, she was throw right back in his face. See just what you fucked up. Such a pattern in his life. "Sorry, I didn't see you there." he said again quickly, he wasn't in the mood for a fight, nor in anyway prepared for one.