text: [Themes: Slice of life, Humor, female protagonist, party, escape]
  
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  [Author's Note: You're cornered, trapped. There seems to be no escape. You aren't in a jail cell. No, you're in the cocktail party from hell and only by using your wits and luck are you going to get out of this suburb alive.]
  
  > No
  You were helpless. She cornered you at the grocery store between the honeydew and the squash. "Amy dear! How are you?" she asked. And before you knew it she had invited you to a party at her house later that night.
  
  You couldn't say no. Nobody says no to Abbey Fincher, neighborhood watch president and queen of the cocktail party.
  
  It was supposed to be a short visit. Fifteen minutes and out. But here you are, two hours later roped into a never-ending conversation with Frank Quinlivan. God knows where your husband, Mark, is. As you stand mere feet from the front door, wine glass in hand, listening to the same story over and over again, all you can think about is getting your coat, your casserole dish, your husband and going home...
  Party Foul
  An Exercise in Frustration by Brooks Reeves
  
  You're standing in the same spot you were an hour ago, listening to the same jokes and stories. If you don't extract yourself from this conversation soon, you're going to scream.
  
  > About yourself
  If you knew you were going to be standing around for hours, you would have worn more comfortable shoes. As it is, you're wearing a serviceable blue dress and a pair of four inch heels that are killing your toes. If you don't get out of this party soon, you're going to murder someone.
  
  "And then I say, who cares? Let's play another round of golf!" Frank finishes and then explodes with laughter.
  
  > Scream
  I know you're frustrated, but let's not make a scene, okay?
  
  "Hey," Frank begins again, "I ever tell you the time I went to Disney World and puked on the Dumbo ride? True story!"
  
  > ask Frank about the bathroom
  You start to open your mouth, but Frank blazes ahead. It looks like you're going to have to get Frank to shut up before you can ask any questions.
  
  "Course," he continues, "I probably shouldna gotten so wasted on Pina Coladas in the Tiki Room, if you know what I'm sayin'." He pats you slyly on the shoulder and you feel a small part of you die on the inside.
  
  This isn't that kind of party.
  
  "Hey!" he says, "Speakin' of which, bartender! Gimme another scotch and soda! Easy on the soda."
  
  Ron barely looks Frank's way, saying, "I think we can all agree you've had enough, Frank."
  
  > Inv
  You are carrying a wine glass, a blue dress (being worn) and a pair of black heels (being worn).
  
  Frank elbows you on your side, "Can you believe this guy? I mean can you BELIEVE it? Ole cheapskate can't even afford more booze? I mean what kinda party is this supposed to be? Reminds me of that time I went to Salt Lake. I ever tell you about that?"
  
  > drink wine
  One glass of wine is your limit for these kinds of parties. You're just carrying this one around so people think you're having a good time.
  
  "Well, see a bunch of the fellas and me were goin' to Lost Vegas fer a weekend, and we got waylayed in Utah on account of thish blizzard, see?" says Frank.
  
  > smell the wine
  Well, you could say that you detect hints of plum and burgundy with a dab of rosemary that marks this particular vintage as originating from southern france, near the hills of Le Puy... but honestly, it just smells like wine.
  
  "And let me tell you, my friend," Frank brays, "Salt Lake City is NO Las Vegas!
  
  > spill the wine
  Are you sure that's the best use of that wine glass?
  
  "I mean Lost Vegas... wait, did I jess say Lost Vegas? Wow! Thash crazy! I mean Las Vegas," he clarifies, "Well, you know what I mean, I mean I meant. I meant I mean. Woah, are these floors tilted or is it jess me?
  
  > Kiss frank
  You're half tempted. If only because it might shut him up a few seconds. But then your gag reflex kicks in and you think better of it.
  
  "Hey," says Frank, "You're not drinking that wine are you?" He looks at the glass in your hand like a starving man looks at a ham sandwich.
  
  > give the wine to Frank
  An idea crosses your mind and before Frank can continue, you offer him your glass. "Here", you say, "It looks like you could use another drink, and I haven't even touched this wine."
  
  Ron's eyes widen in alarm from behind the bar. "I-I don't think that's such a good idea," he warns.
  
  "Nonesense!" snaps Frank, ripping the glass from your hand. "Ish jess a night cap, Ron. Fer chrissakes."
  
  "So where was I?" he resumes, "Oh yeah, Lost Vegas! Well, they got magic shows there. You know I used to do magic back when I was a kid. Ish true!"
  
  In one gulp, Frank downs half the contents of your glass. Ron looks at you gravely from behind the bar.
  
  > Exit
  But you aren't in anything at the moment.
  
  "I could do all sorts of things. Pennies. Cards. I could make all sores of things disappear!" Frank says.
  
  "Well you certainly had success with my bourbon collection," notes Ron.
  
  Frank tips the rest of the wine down his throat and wipes his mouth with his sleeve.
  
  > order the wine
  "Wait," says Frank, before you can order a drink, "Lemme finnish!" It looks like you're going to have to get rid of frank before ordering another cocktail.
  
  Once, I knew this trick where you take a shot glass and you make it vanish under thish napkin, see," says Frank, "Of course you need an empty shot glass. And believe you me, I can empty shot glasses like there's no tomorrow!"
  
  Suddenly Frank puts his hands to his stomach. "Oh..." he says. "I done feel so well." He sloppily puts the glass down on the bar and wanders off in the direction of the guest room, mumbling, "I'm gonna lie down fer a biit."
  
  You turn to look at Ron who glares at you pensively. "If he vomits on anything," he says, "I'm holding you responsible."
  
  > order the wine
  "I'm afraid I'm I'll out," he says.
  
  > Examine bar
  More of a high oak table than an actual bar, it's nonetheless a fine example of craftsmanship, like pretty much everything else in the house. On the surface is an array of liquor bottles, a line of glasses and a cocktail book. Ron stands behind it like a guard at a sentry. You guess it gives him an excuse not to talk to people.