[Sodium_noir] Hell - That's Other People, Right?

[Eric]

Sinclair Party
Cloakroom
  
Christine, Camille, Sandra
Mage, Vampire, Bastet
  
[Sandra Scoland]
"Excuse me," she says politely. "I'm terribly sorry, but did either of you happen to see an ornate hairbrush somewhere around here? I think I misplaced it somewhere in here."
  
[Christine]
Christine has never been more grateful to have her conversation interrupted than she is now. She drags her stare from Camille Carlton's and shoots a look of pure entreaty to the woman who has just wandered in, heaven sent. 
  
"Uh, no. Maybe. On the counter?" she stammers. Please, please don't go, she thinks wildly. 
  
[Camille]
A tiny change in expression and demeanor shimmers through Camille. There was something bright and cold, pure as a blade about her but now it is veiled and silken. She steps back easily, allowing Christine to pass.
  
"How nice to see you again," says Camille to Christine in her light, patrician voice. "Life is always full of surprises. Isn't it?" 
  
She turns, and smiling politely at the newcomer, makes an unhurried exit. 
  
[Christine]
Christine watches Camille go, reaches, her hand trembling, for the back of the chair for support. She is white as chalk. 
  
"This party is Hell," she says, her voice shaking with reaction."It really is."
   
  [Sandra]
  "Whoa, whoa... Easy there, girl," she says taking Christine around the shoulders. "Why don't you just sit down for moment. You're looking about 10 shades the other side of pale." 
   
  Guiding Christine around to the front of the chair, she helps her sit down. "Here. Just sit down for a minute. Let me get you a glass of water. You look like you could use something other than alcohol right now. I'll be right back. Promise."
   
  Sandra quickly grabs one of the complimentary paper cups from the ladies room and fills it with cold water. Returning to the cloakroom, she sees the woman sitting there with her head in her hands, evidently trying to keep the room from spinning.
   
  "Here. Drink this," she says handing the cup to Christine. 
   
  Looking around she looks to see if anyone else might be looking for her before turning her attention back to Christine. "Looks like you've had a rough evening," she says. 
   
  ~ Taggity o' pale inebriated one.. :-)
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