Orion was something at a loss. It was true that he had little desire to attend the larger party, but his obligations were what they were. Winter holidays were important, were they not? (Not that he seemed to particularly understand them, in and of itself a rather strange realization. Why did it all seem so foreign?)

But here he was, seated stiffly in a bean bag, alcoholic beverage barely touched. (Another thing that seemed oddly incongruous to his reasoning.) Their hosts seemed pleasant enough, despite his detention against his will. A film he was unfamiliar with was playing on the projector, attracting very little of his attention. What would his band-mates be doing at a time such as this? Most likely, what he was about to do; lifting his drink and taking a rather large gulp. He quickly regretted this- imitation may not be the best form of flattery in some cases.