Gemotions

The gentle clinking of ice in his glass was the only sound in the dimly lit bar. Liam leaned back in his comfortable booth, the leather cool against his skin. The smooth jazz music playing in the background washed over him. He had just finished a difficult week at work, and he was reveling in the feeling of being completely unburdened. He raised his glass in a silent toast to himself, a small smile gracing his lips. He was in his element, finally, and ready to enjoy his own time. Then his phone buzzed. A message from his friend, "Hey, big problem. The party's cancelled." Liam's hand froze mid-air.