!!pyb5WSpixjT 04/26/11(Tue)02:55 No.14722914|
You see a middle aged man reaching for a kebab as it floats by on a tray. You reach for the same one, bump into him, appologize, giggle, and introduce yourself. Minutes later, you have gathered a small cloud of people.
You're soon quite at home. To some of the people you talk to, you're a novelty -- because you have a job. It seems to invoke genuine interest, rather than pity or superiority. Other guests also run their own small businesses, and you chat about current relevant trends in a noncommittal way.
You lean back and loudly mumble at Septimia to go get you, you know, some more of those little shrimp things, then whisper "and take the entire length of the party if you need to" out of everyone else's earshot. She leaves. Perfect.
You don't even have to steer the conversation to find out about the hosts. They're an older older couple of considerable means, with resources invested in a variety of ventures.
Apparently, they also know all of the guests personally. You quietly move the conversation around the fact that they appeared to you in an envelope.
The conversation switches to the subject of fashion, but before you're reduced to making self deprecating comments, the hosts rescue you. They're visiting all of the groups of people in the courtyard, and it must be your turn.
The female entertains the group while the male quietly takes you aside, dismissing his squad of servants.
Wat, if anything, do.