When she walked in, he thought, "At least I know I'll get laid tonight," and was immediately disgusted with himself for thinking it. He resolved tonight would be different. The party was teeming with eager young talent, and he worked the room. He was charming and funny. He said the right things at the right times, and made all the right moves. But nothing changes. By the end of the night, they were together again. As they fucked each other, both thought of tomorrow, when they would part ways in silence. Not for the first time, or the last.