Miguel was the only kid at the party, but that was OK. He wasn't that close with the other kids, so he even preferred it that way. He liked dancing with Carl and his grandpa, playing games with his aunt Nancy, being doted on by his aunt Leonor and his three grandmas. (Even though Grandmas Hannah and Phoebe weren't paying him much attention at the moment.)
"How are you so fast?! I didn't even see you move!" he demanded of Nancy.
"Practice, little man. Practice."
A few steps away, Peter was only too aware of the fact that Trevor and he had been in the same room together for hours and had yet to say so much as hello. Every time he approached, Trevor suddenly seemed to be deep in conversation with someone else.
"Enjoying yourself?" he said to the closest unoccupied person, who happened to be Yesenia.
Yesenia was startled. She'd forgotten herself for a moment, had allowed her mind to wander, her careful smile to slip, and Peter had caught her. Blushing, she did her best to tack it back on.
"Yes, of course."
"Riiiight." His voice had taken on a slight, uncharacteristic drawl. The drink in his hand clearly wasn't his first.
Peter glanced down at the glass. She must have been staring.
"Uh. Can I get you one?"
She shouldn't, not if she was going to keep up her happy facade all night.
"Sure."
The drink helped. Yesenia tossed it back it too quickly, then poured herself another.
"Easy there."
His glass was freshly filled to the brim, too. He's one to talk.
Jeremy and Meda were the first to leave. Jeremy delivered their goodbyes while Meda bundled up for the walk home.
"Great party, Cintia, but I should be getting Meda home. Congrats to the couple."