Dave felt someone pulling at his arm, and he turned to see his girlfriend there.
"Dave, come with," Maisy whispered, pulling him away. Apologizing to whoever he had been speaking to, he followed her into the kitchen, slowly snaking through people as they did. Their house, their new house, he reminded himself, was full of people they'd invited to their house warming.
The party was in full swing, everyone having a good time, and Dave was seriously tipsy by this point.
"I want you to meet someone," she said, before stopping in front of a guy. Dave looked him up and down as was normal when meeting someone new. He was short, only maybe 5 foot 8, with blonde shaggy hair. He clearly kept in shape; he had a trim figure that didn't seem to show much fat. He had a smile on his face as Maisy stepped up to him.
"Jack, this is my boyfriend, Dave," she introduced, "Dave, this is my old friend Jack, he's just back from Spain after sooo long."
"Hi," Dave said, taking the other guy's offered hand, which having spent time in the sun of Spain was well tanned.
"Nice to meet you," Jack smiled, "Maisy was just telling me all about you."
"Nothing bad I hope," Dave laughed.
"Nope, nothing to worry about there." Jack smiled.
"Right, I need to mingle," Maisy said, "I'll leave you two to get to know each other. And Jack," she paused, "keep your hands to yourself, this one is mine," she smiled, showing she was joking.
"What did she mean by that?" Dave asked, puzzlement on his face as he took a swig of beer.
"Oh nothing, I'm gay, and in the past I MAY have had designs on one of her ex boyfriends. You're safe though, unless you want me to," Jack smiled flirtatiously.
Dave wasn't sure how to react to that, so just laughed it away. There was a n edge of nervousness in that laugh, because what Jack didn't know, what no one knew, was Dave had some Bi thoughts, he'd occasionally thought about being with another guy. Not that he would cheat on Maisy, he told himself.
Bringing himself back to their conversation, he relaxed as he got to know Jack. They continued to chat, topping up their drinks several times as the conversation flowed. Jack was a tactile person he found, often reaching out and touching Dave to emphasise a point. Strangely, Dave found he didn't mind the touches, and Jack smiled to himself every time Dave didn't say something about his touches.
Dave was beginning to feel the effects of the drink, the edges of his vision a little blurry, having to focus more on what Jack was saying. The time flew by, and Miasy had rejoined them when Jack spoke out.
"I should be going now,"
"nonsense," Maisy said "you've got nowhere near to stay, you can stay in the snug.
"Are you sure?" jack asked.
"of course. Dave, do you want to go and help Jack set things up,"
"Sounds good," Dave replied, "and maybe we can have a couple of games of fifa down there before we come back."
"Dave, you're host," Maisy admonished him "you have to be social."
"Yes dear," Dave smiled, raising his eyebrows to Jack who just smiled.
Dave grabbed the spare duvet and lead Jack down the stairs into the snug. Maisy left them to it, returning to the dwindling number of gusts.
They entered the room, and Dave dumped the duvet on the sofa. "This pulls out into a bed when you want it, but for now shall we leave it up and have a game of FIFA?"
"What about your guests?" Jack asked, cheekily.
"You're a guest too," Dave replied "so I am still technically socialising."
"Ha," Jack replied, taking a seat on the sofa.
Dave turned on the console, and passed a controller to Jack. However, no sooner had they started to play, than one of the controllers gave up, the battery run out.
"Fuck," Dave said, throwing his controller to the floor "I don't have any spare batteries. I suppose we best get back to the party."
"Or sit here for a minute," Jack replied "all that chatter was giving me a headache."
"Good plan," Dave replied, flopping back onto the sofa, the two of their bodies side by side.
