The Adam Boy

CHAPTER 27 - INVITATION TO A PARTY

On Friday, still on TV, I was on my Skype. My colleague from Brigadeiro was online. He asked what I was going to do on Saturday, which I replied that there was nothing scheduled for. Then he asked if I wanted to go with him and other colleagues to a party he was going to have at a luxury party. I thought, and thought a lot, before answering. I had already gone to a party in that place where he had spoken, and I had not felt comfortable. I didn't know if it would be cool to come back to draw other conclusions or to draw any kind of prejudice that I had from him.

"Come on, little boy" he wrote in the MSN window. "It will be cool. After you and you and the staff stay at home."

He spoke details of the party: The party would be called The Party White. Everyone would have to go dressed in white, and not everyone would enter it; it would have to have a name on the list and still be nominated by someone influential there. In my case, I would have to be appointed, and this was my colleague from Brigadeiro.

"I don't have the proper clothes to go to this party," I wrote in response. To which he replied that this was not an excuse. And that if that was the problem, I could find him today after work and he would find something nice for me to wear. I was helpless and saw that no excuse would convince him. Finally, decide that I would accept the invitation. I really needed to see if that type of party did not please me, I had to have more arguments if one day I definitely didn't want to go back there. I confirmed my presence at the party with my colleague. I still asked if Dani Pimenta was going too, and he gave the bad news that he didn't. This made me a little more in doubt as to whether or not I would go, because Dani there would be the best thing, since she would understand any problem of discomfort of mine in those places.

That Friday, I didn't show up at your apartment; I went to college and from home. It was only on Saturday afternoon that I went to Avenida Brigadeiro Luiz Antônio and entered the familiar building, heading towards apartment 115. The door was already open. In the living room, on the big burgundy sofa, was already a colleague, Janine, dressed in a white dress, made of very light fabric. She was a very outgoing type, cheerful and always willing to meet as many people as possible. She was dark, slender and had one nipple more than the other. Beside him, another colleague, Dario. Who wore a white polo shirt and jeans. He was little bigger than me. It was the pumped type, which left him with a strong and upright chest. He wore hair with gel and brushed his teeth once a day. And at the other end, he was, my Brigadeiro colleague: tall, very good-looking, white skin and strong smile. And I didn't even have to get too close to him to smell the 212 Sex Men perfume that was already invading the room. His lock of hair fell on his face. His smile was charismatic and he liked a Spanish music band made up of three sisters, known as Las Ketchup.

I greeted the three, and my colleague from Brigadeiro said that even though I didn't show up yesterday, on Friday, he had bought me some clothes, and that he was in bed. When I entered the room, I saw jeans and a white long-sleeved blouse on the bed. I took the shirt: it was a soft and light fabric. I went to the bathroom and took my shower.

- Did you like it, little boy? - asked my colleague from Brigadeiro with his strong smile on his face

- Yes! Enough - That brand is, without a doubt, such an expensive piece, anyone would like.

When we were already in the car on the way to The Party White, I asked my colleague, and the other boy who was with us, why they were going to that party. As an answer I received one:

- Ah, almost all the high society of São Paulo will be at this party - replied the girl.

"I don't like almost everyone who's going to be there," said the boy in the front passenger seat. - But I have to go.

- Are you going out of obligation? - I asked.

- It is not an obligation. It is almost necessary to go. You see?

- Not!

My colleague from Brigadeiro was driving. He smiled.

"And you," I asked him, "are you also going to have fun, meet friends and meet people you love that you haven't seen in a long time?"

He did not answer. He looked at me in the rearview mirror and I realized that he had caught my irony.

- Stop, little boy. You will have fun, you will see.

- I'm not saying I'm not going. Yes, I can have a lot of fun, and I am fully aware that these places can be good for my future profession, due to the contacts I can find. And I also know what a party like that everyone really likes; after all, the human being, no matter how much he says no, savor, even a little bit, the luxury that these places can offer. I just don't think it's cool for you to go somewhere just because society forces you to go. You see - and I looked at Dario in the passenger seat - he doesn't even like the people who are there. But it goes to feel included in that type of society. You are not considering who is part of it, but what it is. Anyway, who am I to teach social lessons, right? Let's go have fun!

How, and if we were really going, I didn't know.