As some of you may know from Vix' posts early Saturday, we attended her work's Christmas do last night in Bristol. We'd arrived early to check into the hotel and catch some sleep and a shower before gathering in her boss' room at 7 for champagne before the dinner. Everything was quite pleasant, and Vix got to visit with a few people she hadn't seen for months since she'd been off work. Everything was pleasant, that is, until the other half of one of the managers arrived.
As soon as he'd walked into the room, he shot Vix a poison look. This had escaped my notice, but I did see that he didn't seem to be in a pleasant mood. A bit of background: He'd accosted me at last year's gathering when he saw Vix outside talking to another colleague. He asked if we were "swingers". I replied that we might be, but hadn't done anything about it yet. He then asked if I found his missus attractive, and I mistakenly replied "yes". At that point, he got verbally aggressive, but I was able to quickly diffuse the situation and that was the end of it. Last night was the first time we'd seen him in a year.
When it came time for everyone to head down to dinner, we were relieved to find that this bloke seated himself at a fair distance from us. The party was quite nice, with a generous turkey dinner - mine was a bit more generous due to everyone piling their courgettes on my plate - followed by a DJ and dancing. All in all, an enjoyable, friendly and sociable evening. At around 1am, the DJ finished his last set and the lights went up. As everyone was starting to leave, Vix decided to join the remaining few at the end of one of the tables, and I soon followed.
I sat down at the table across from Mr. "poisoned look" bloke, with whom Vix appeared to be making conversation, offering congratulations for the new position his other half had recently achieved with the company. Not long after I was seated, he turned to me and said, "Don't you look at me!" (peppered with miscellaneous expletives), so I didn't. Moments later he said, more aggressively, "Why are you still looking at me?!" I wasn't, but instinctively turned towards him when he addressed me. Big mistake. He reached across the table and gave me a hard slap in the head. I didn't say a word, but turned to Vix and told her it would probably be a good idea if we left now, so we did.
I hadn't said a word to this bloke, and still have no idea what may have provoked him. Later on, Vix mentioned that he'd been verbally abusive toward her while she was trying to make conversation, saying that she was useless and that we just wanted to fuck his missus (although we'd never even remotely consider doing that). That night, I recalled to Vix that this was the first time in my life that anyone had ever been the least bit physically violent towards me. I was accosted once in my late teens with the intent of bodily harm; but, at the time, responded in an embarrassingly-American fashion and it never happened again. I realised that if I'd done that here to the same degree, I'd probably be imprisoned or deported. I just wish I knew what perpetrated the events of last night, totally ruining and otherwise-enjoyable gathering.
Needless to say, we shan't be attending next year.
~Reese