This reminded Rock of the few fraternity parties he attended while in graduate school. He felt completely out of place.
Bill Victory, a republican campaign consultant, had invited him, and now seemed embarrassed by Rock, who watched Victory walk around the office lounge glad handing everyone, working the room crowded with people who looked as if they had stepped out of a Dillard's catalogue. Victory seemed to know everyone well, all of these people different in every regard from Rock.
Rock, too, was embarrassed, unable or unwilling—he hoped the latter—to converse with any of these conventionally beautiful people.
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