"We walk in beauty, like the night," Lush mused demurely, unable to tear her eyes away from the jewelry before her, as she sretched her dripping limbs faintly, thinking she's done a feat today, but considering a few other feats while at it.
Squatter cocked an eyebrow at her, but said nothing, as his mouth was occupied with his drink.
Lush was only able to tear her eyes away for long enough to shout at the Saucepan Man:
"There shall be no sobri...I mean, how do you do, Sir?!?!?!"
This isn't working, she thought to herself, unaware, apparently, that her thoughts were being broadcast to the entire gathering of beautiful people. I keep slipping up and turning into myself again. More vodka!
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