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.