I've always hated parties. I just don't like loud spaces. But I will always remember the one good girl I met at a party almost 20 years ago now. My friends convinced me to try and be social so I went to a party at someone's house who I didn't even really know. I took my red solo cup of questionable alcoholic content and just... stood there. Awkwardly swaying to the music I didn't really like(this was the days of heavy reggaeton and Sean Paul), trying to scream over it to talk to people that couldn't really hear me or I them. After a while I gave up attempts and just walked around.
That was when I spotted her. She was laying down on the couch looking just as miserable as I was. My heart immediately felt an attachment to a kindred spirit. I asked if I could sit next to her and she looked up at me with her big brown eyes. I sat down and rubbed her head as she laid it down on my lap. After checking her collar I learned her name was Cookie. We spent the rest of the night in companionable silence, my petting her and trying to keep the loud music from hitting her too hard, her keeping me company.
I'll always remember her.