Spinning Compass Comunications

[There is the ambient sound of Mitchell's Pub, and a lot of shuffling in between what is picked up. Plus the occasional bang as the phone knocks off of the table / chair / whatever. Darcy is clearly a bit tipsy to say the least.]

--point of getting attached to anybody-- leave?. -- no purpose here-- what TK thought of-- sure it'll all be just fine-- [Lots of shuffling and banging about] --would not even know what to sing?

( zip-zip )

[Miguel]
Well, Lyla has played me a very informative recap of the evening, which explains a great deal of my current condition. Including my miraculous escape from The Hedge. I would apologise for the absolute state of me, but I am now content in knowing that you were only marginally better. Please pass my apologies on to Sarah instead. And thank you, to both of you, for getting me home. I know it must have been tempting to let me sleep in shrubbery instead.


[Maryanne]
The macarena? Really?



[Genevieve]
I think that I may owe you an apology.