Glasses clinked off the new year as there was a quiet roar for the new year. Ladies swished in dresses and men in suits. Dorbet slushed the wine in his glass before taking a few sips.
He stood away from the other party members. Staring out the window and down at New York City where people crowded around the the Empire State building. They moved like ants.
“So, what’re you thinking about?”
A woman in a skin tight black dress sauntered up beside him. Her black hair pulled into a tight bun. Unlike the others, Dorbet found her classy.
“Mmmh.” She looked down at the masses as well.
“Well, why don’t you come out into the party and dance a bit? Drink some more?”
“Already had enough for tonight I’m afraid, Cecelia.” Cecelia pouted.
“Call me Cece, already won’t you? But come on, socialize. Nobody’s going to bite you.”
“What? And you won’t?”
Cecelia’s smile turned into grin.
“Good game, Mr. Dorbet. Good game.”
Cecelia brandished anarm on Dorbet’s crisp black suit before turning around.
“Well, I hope you have fun, thinking about nothing.”
Cecelia sauntered back towards the party who had started on another round of glasses. They would be needing Advil the next morning.
Mr. Dorbert turned around and walked to the exit, having decided it was enough for the night.
The streets of New York were different from his own pristine Neighborhood. It was poorer, shadier, and wreaked of alcohol, but not the good kind. He kicked away shards of glass with his foot and scraped the gum off his sole.
He could have called his chauffeur, but he decided not to. He could handle a couple of drunkards, and it wasn’t like he couldn’t walk a couple of miles. Perhaps it was the alcohol finally settling in.
The harsh wind nipped at his cheeks, making him flush. He didn’t have a scarf to bury his face into and shoved his hands into his pockets. It was definitely the alcohol.
He stopped. The voice was small and little, high pitched. His eyes scanned the area, wondering where it could have come from. The fireworks lit up beside him, settling in the new year.
The voice stepped out from the alleyway, shivering in a small coat. Her face was smudged with dirt, and blonde hair hung in pigtails. He relaxed.
“What are you doing here?” The girl flinched at his voice.
“I was just wondering if you had any money? Please, sir. Anything would do.”
He gave her a critical eye, admonishing the parent who made their child beg at midnight, but it wasn’t like he could do much. Reaching into his pocket, Dorbet pulled out his wallet and then a twenty. It was the smallest change he had. The little girl’s face brightened, and she jumped up to get it from him.
“Thank you so much, sir! Thank you! Thank you!”
Even in the dim streets, her eyes were bright, and she moved with an air of innocence. Dorbet pitied the girl’s future.