"It's a party, not a board meeting. Just relax and be yourself, okay? Stick with me, and if people ask, talk. They won't bite - well, most won't, not unless you want them too."

At this point in the night most people were inside, red solo cups in hand, shifting to the thump of the bass music or chatting in small groups. It was crowded, sure, but Kirk had seen and been in worse. He was quick to say hi, exchange a few pecks on the lips or cheek if they were offered, some bro-hugs and slaps. He was at home here, among his element, his smile a beacon.

"Malcolm, what do you want to drink?" Kirk called to the other.