ThatPossessionGuy

“Oh, you hound!” A full-figured woman cackled and gave Malo a playful push, her other hand preoccupied with what must have been her fourth glass of wine that evening. “I have half a mind to tell Mr Bérubé’s wife that, hah hah! I’m sure she’d get quite a kick out of your observations!” she continued, cheeks red. Whether it was from laughter or her choice of drink, Malo wasn’t certain. “What can I say? If he didn’t want me making the connection, he shouldn’t have worn white!” he responded with a smirk. The woman howled with laughter again, needing to take a second to catch her breath afterward. Looking around as his partner in conversation tried to center herself, Malo took in his surroundings. A small social mixer had been put on for the residents of the mid-rise apartment building, with one of the residents opening up their apartment for others from the closest few floors to stop in and socialize for a while. It’d been arranged to serve as a nice way for the people that shared a