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“The same as any other night" muttered Hank. Different place, but a lot of the same crowd. Hank approached the evening with a positive attitude...think like a champ and you get a champs rewards. Told by a sales assistant that orange would highlight the many angles of his cheekbones ...he wore his new sweater. Hank however did not put up a champ's fight. Lloyd. Hank was intimidated by Lloyd. Lloyd had social skills that Hank could only act out in his dreams. Confident, gregarious, no strong opinions and most importantly the ability to be smarmy without being obnoxious. Lloyd was holding court. An attractive blonde named Corinne was running her fingers through his head trying to play with his mind. Lloyd was so cool; he gave her just enough to keep her interested. He joked about this to Gretchen who let out a screeching laugh. Hank tried to think of something to say but was drawing blanks. His head was spinning. Should he talk about the election?, the recent mudslides?, would anyone care about his promotion?, should he tell a joke? Too much pressure. It seemed more and more in the crowd was being drawn to Lloyd and his charisma. Hank could only stare into his mug, weep and think if orange really was his color.