Turn on one another. Their ideals on life had recently brought them to this. Nils and Max had become unattached themselves from their own friendship. They'd never talked about it beside the nights Nils wasn't getting much attention. On those occasions it was just little jabs. Even then, it wasn't a conversation that was spoken. Lives are constantly drifting. At the last hour we'll be surprised to look around and see the faces that accompanied us there. There could be no faces. That's the beauty of life, too. The loneliness of having been oneself. Max started cutting himself recently because of the isolation he felt. Nils tried to seem busy and full of energy. These dinners in private were the last thing keeping them from never again noticing each other. Max liked that at the dinners he could put on his music. Nils liked being able to impress other's with stories of his sex life. One or both of them would often times become heavily intoxicated. They'd help one another play off whatever idiocy they did. Whether it was saying offensive things to their guests or somehow getting the apartment complex's security called, they were always there to help one another look less neurotic. "I love when he gets like this, he's just playing, yeah, no, don't worry." "He'll be out of the bathroom soon. He'll be fine. He just got spiced up a little and then his stomach acts up." The Hosts could feel that this would be the last of those dinners. There was an air of finality...[TO BE CONTINUED].