One Hennessy, Twenty Men.

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It was one of those hectic days at work where the time moved almost like it was on slow motion. Anxious to get off work I hurriedly attended to every detail that required input and was so relieved when the hour on the clock signalled less than five minutes to the closing hour. Suddenly I heard my phone ring, and looking at the screen I felt my spirits lift up as it was one of my closest buds on the phone.
“Hey what’s up?” I answered the call.
“We are having a class of 97 reunion party later today. Did you hear about it?” he asked.
“I had no idea. Who’s organizing it?” I asked curiously. The memories I had of secondary school were mostly unpleasant as I had been one of the most notorious students and the subject of a lot of practical jokes.
“Andrew is the one chairing the event, I heard he just got back into the country from Malaysia, and that he’s made a lot of money in Kuala Lumpur” he replied.
“I’d like to see that. Pick me up on your way.” I could vaguely remember Andrew, a bulky and short guy who was always trying to impress the girls in school.
“Be ready by 7:00pm” He replied and ended the call.

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It was 7:30pm when we arrived at the hotel conference room where the event was being held. The hall had been cleared to create space for a dance floor while a stage had been built at one corner of the room and a deejay had setup and was playing some light music.
The most noticeable thing was the absence of women as only two of them had arrived and it seemed that they had quickly paired up with the host Andrew and one of his friends, leaving the rest men seated idly around a conference table chatting amidst themselves. Doing a quick head count I counted eighteen men seated around the conference table, twenty men if you included me and my friend who had just entered the hall and were yet to find seats at the table. It seemed pitiful they way they all sat there chatting and listening to the deejay play.
Was this their idea of a party? Or maybe the party was yet to begin. I wondered, sneaking glances around the room and taking in everything.
Nobody was drinking, nor dancing and the hall had almost been transformed into the rowdiness of our old classroom with different people talking at the same time engaging in conversations that desperately had to be made in order to make the situation seem less awkward.

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Almost on cue, a waiter walked into the room bearing a trolley filled with drinking glasses. There seemed to be a general sigh of relief around the table as the conversation died down and heads turned to track the movements of the waiter and his trolley filled with drinking glasses.
Placing a glass in front of every seat at the table, the waiter took his leave and five minutes later he appeared just as Andrew and his friend were conveniently escorting the only women present towards the exit door. This time the waiter had a single bottle of Hennessy on a tray, and after placing the bottle at the centre of the table, he took a bow and disappeared for the rest of the night.

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