Eating out Stories

It's late at night. Thus far, it has been a truly boring and irritable affair at the gala. He has had to retreat from the madness in order to gain a sense of sanity. He sits on the sofa in his suit, his dress shirt partially unbuttoned, with a glass of whiskey that he continually swirls about in his hand as if contemplating whether he should drink it or not. There comes a knock on the door. Cocking his head, he wonders wh...