Y-you're lying," Nick stuttered, his fists clenched as he stared at man across the room.
Gatsby sat by the window, a glass of whiskey in one hand, a file folder in the other.
"Afraid not, old sport," He replied, setting the folder in his lap and flipping it open. "I honestly don't want you at my party tomorrow. I'd rather you weren't on our Egg at all. Perhaps you can go see Daisy."
"B-but-"
"Please, Nick. My butler will see you out."
Nick froze at this, taking far too long to get up and follow the butler when he arrived. Honestly, Nick didn't understand. It was simple as that. He and Gatsby had been getting on great and while the parties weren't all that big of a deal to him, the fact that Gatsby had gone as far as to uninvite him...
He had just been uninvited to a party that required no invitation.