[Diamond18]

Though the misadventures of a foundling waif turned skirt-chasing sap was profoundly interesting, Diamond finally put a bookmark in her book and stood up. She noticed that The Saucapan Man had reentered the room, and was sleeping on a nearby couch. Lounging on couches seemed to be the in vogue thing at the party, she mused.

Diamond headed back to the bar to get an orange juice. She noticed Mattius yelling at Chicken, the veins in his neck popping out and his complexion turning a purplish shade of red, right down to the tips of his spiky blonde hair. His blue eyes were twitching in a most unusual fashion. “Ah, angst, where would we be without it?” Diamond said to no one in particular as she sipped her morning drink. It was afternoon, of course, but Diamond’s sleeping habits were less than…er…punctual, and “morning” was a subjective term. (Not to say she’d been sleeping while reading, nooooo).

She decided to steer clear of Matt until he should be feeling quite sociable again. Hmmm… she thought, glancing around the room. Everyone she knew seemed to be… gone. Well, we’re all Barrow Downers ‘round here, she thought affably, and raised her glass in toast to everyone around her, even irate young Brits with poultry envy complexes.

[ May 02, 2003: Message edited by: Diamond18 ]