The problem with being a party-goer

My shirt made me feel fat
and the sofa was too soft
for short legs.
 
She was scraped back, DrM booted
and mostly wearing black, makeup included,
confident about being uncomfortable.
 
I immediately put her in my emo box
and opened my fifth can,
I didn't watch her sit down on the arm
of the sofa.
 
"You look safe" she said
as she leaned against me.
I nodded in resigned agreement.
 
My wife came back from the toilet,
"they've got a walk in shower" she said,
I nodded with surprise.
 
"Who's she"? asked my wife with a guard dogs welcome.
I shrugged my shoulders and sunk a little more.
"I'm Rachel", answered the emo, "he looked safe".
 
My wife nodded in wistful acceptance.
I opened another can, they gulped wine.
Problem was I felt anything but.