City Lounge: New York (Book One, Chapter Nine: Party in Hell’s Kitchen)

Chapter Nine: Party in Hell’s Kitchen:

-Hell’s Kitchen, Present Day-

-7:00 p.m.-

A mutual friend was holding a summer party on the roof of their apartment. Now this, Izzie didn’t mind going to.

“It’s nice to get out of the apartment for a change,” she said. Kris and Dianne looked at each other uneasy.

“Is she feeling okay?” Dianne asked. Kris shrugged and shook his head.

“She seems fine to me,” he said.

“Did something happen?”

“Not to my knowledge.”

Izzie looked up with a curious look on her face. “What are you two plotting over there?”

“Nothing,” her lovers said.

“Then let’s get going! Time to party!” she said. Izzie smiled as she danced out the door. Kris and Dianne followed behind, looking confused.


Aaron walked near the entrance to the roof with his drink in hand. He decided to pretend to be shocked when he saw Izzie and her lovers. She swore up and down that she would come.

“You’re not making a joke, are you?” he asked.

“No! I will be there! I swear it,” she insisted.


“Look, I’ll even bring Kris and Dianne with me.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Aaron lifted his head when he spotted his best friend and lovers walking through the door. Izzie held out her arms.

“See? I’m here,” she said. Aaron smiled and held up his cup.

“You made it,” he said.

“Yes, I do,” she said. The writer and her lovers followed him into the party. The little group broke off and went into separate directions. It didn’t take them long to run into people they know.


Izzie looked around the party. She could recognize some of these people here while others she couldn’t place. Everyone was talking to someone they had encountered earlier on in the week or their lives. Kris, Dianne, and Aaron were already buried in their chatter. Maybe Izzie could find some random person to talk to in this crowd. She doubted it though.

“Izzie?” she heard someone ask. The writer turned around to see a curvy Latina woman waving her arm. Izzie tilted her head and walked. She narrowed her eyes when she got closer.

“I’m sorry, but do I know you from somewhere?” she asked.

“We met a while back at Alicia and Mandy’s bachlorette party,” the Latina woman said. Izzie blinked.


“Remember? You were Dianne and Liz.”

“And when was this?”

“It was last summer in July.”

“Ah.” Okay… Still didn’t ring any bells, but she had to be polite and humor this lady long enough before escaping.

She hoped it wouldn’t take long.


Kris walked through the crowd when someone grabbed onto his arm. He looked down to see was woman with blonde hair grinning at him.

“Yo!” she said.

“Hello, Katie,” he said. “What are you doing here?”

“I got invited out by a couple of friends. Which one dragged you out here?”


She tilted her head with a stunned look on her face. “What?!”

“Yeah, I know.” He looked out among the crowd. “I don’t really recognize anybody here.” He turned to the blonde woman.

“Do you know who’s throwing the party?” Kris asked. Katie shook her head.

“I think it’s the coworker of someone in this apartment,” she said.

“You don’t who it is and you showed up anyway?”

“Hey, I just got a text for a party here in Hell’s Kitchen on the roof and I figured why not? I’ve got nothing better to do.”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“And what’s your excuse?”


“And why did she come here?”

“I don’t know.”

Katie narrowed her eyes at him. “Now that doesn’t make any sense!”



“Dianne!” someone shouted as Dianne went through her separate direction. She turned and saw a plump woman with blonde hair racing towards her. The Scottish woman waved when she got closer.

“Liz!” she said.

“How have you been?”

“Good, good.”

“You sure Izzie isn’t driving you crazy?”


“You sure?”


“Victoria and I could take her if you want.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“You sure?”


“Okay, okay.”

“Some party, huh?”

“Who are all of these people?”

“No idea.”

“Who’s even throwing this party?”

“That’s what we’re all trying to figure out.”

Dianne stood, blinking. “Huh?”


Aaron spotted two men over by the punch bowl. He flagged them down and hurried over to them.

“Hey! Ian! Thomas!” he shouted. The men looked up and waved back.

“Did she come here?” Ian asked.

“Yeah,” Aaron said.

“Wow,” Thomas said.

“I know,” he said. “Who’s throwing this party again?” The other two men shook their heads with blank looks on their faces.

“Okay then…” Aaron said.

New York is like a contagious disease in the summer.

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