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Jackson came along to the equinox party even though he usually feels out of place at Maxwell's apartment. He's standing by the sideboard trying to be present, listening distractedly to the rolling effervescent hum of conversation around him. There are 25 people or so in the room -- Max throws a party every month or so, and the crowd is usually made up in about equal parts of people Jackson knows, people he has met once or twice, and people he has never seen before. He's watching Max move around the room talking to people and making introductions, and wondering how on earth Max knows so many people. Nervously fingers the joint in his pocket -- he just got here, he feels like it's better form to mingle into the crowd, talk to a few people before lighting up. Jackson has been talking with Ethan Wexler, whom he knows from a freshman lit section in college, for about an hour now; they're standing out on the terrace behind Max's kitchen admiring the reflected light of the city in the hazy night sky. They're talking about meeting up next weekend for the Horse You Rode In On show at the Covell Underground. And so a plan is made; Jackson goes home happy to have hooked up with Ethan again. |