The artwork hangs there like a limp rag. It is an actual limp rag. A short man says, That’s so self-referential. And that’s what it’s called.

He wants in with the In crowd but they’re outside smoking and he thinks smoking is out but the In crowd doesn’t; he fondles his belly button.

He ran the light. He wasn’t going to dispute that. Then the cop tapped on his window and he squirmed a little. I really have to pee, he said

Then there was tea. And scones. And then there was small talk and fake laughter. And then someone was slapped. And then it was a real party.