As Jay wandered about his party, he looked to see all the familiar faces, faces of people who didn't even know he was their host.
Everyone seeming to have a good time as he wandered about "splendid" He thought to himself. Continuing on up the stairs.
He knew pretty much everyone who attended his parties by now, if not their names, their faces. He knew faces. That was until he happened to bump into a young man, one wearing a face he did not recognize.
"Oh, I beg your pardon, old sport."Jay said as he took a step back from the young man, looking him over.
"That's quite alright, sir." The man said, dusting himself off and looking up at Jay, something was off about him for sure, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it just yet.
"I'm Jay." He put his hand out to the stranger, feeling as though they shared something in common, yet he didn't know what.
"Ah." The man spoke in a light tone, his words seemed to walk on air. "As in the Jay Gatsby, I presume?"
"That would be me." He smiled warmly at the stranger. "Say, I haven't seen you around before." He questioned the young man.
"Why, I'm in town for a radio convention." He lied. "I've heard about your parties and thought I would come see for myself what it was all for."
"Well, I am most delighted you decided to pop by, old sport. I hope you are having a gay time. Now, how about we go get a drink. Get to know each other." He started down the stairs.
" I would like that." He followed him, down the stairs into his grand hall. "Suspicious." He thought as he looked around at the elaborateness of it all, what a spectacle, a true eye sore in Alastor's mind. He knew something was up with this Jay Gatsby. After all, millionaires don't just spring up in Long Island overnight, like Jay had appeared to have done. He knew something was fishy about him. He was more than determined to figure out what it was.
