[The Saucepan Man]

The Saucepan Man relinquished Sophia back to Fin, thanking her for the dance. Luckily, the heavy rock had given way to a brisk waltz as they had taken to the floor. Sophia bid farewell to Saucepan, making a mental note to minimse her time spent dancing with little old men covered in kitchen implements.

Saucepan rattled his way unsteadily back to the bar, wondering why he was tottering so precariously when he had only been drinking tea.

"Well, it is a party, I suppose," he thought to himself beginning to enjoy the sensation of slight inebriation.

He spent some time sipping his tea and chatting with the other guests at the bar. Then, fortified by his new-found intoxication, he strode over to the DJ. After a brief conversation between them, the music stopped, to assorted groans from the dance floor.

Saucepan picked up a microphone and took to the stage at one end of the Grand Hall. The crowd having become accustomed to his clatterings, he was hardly noticed.