Eugene was a big fan of the day, as were any serious drinkers. And the student, when he put his mind to it, was a very serious drinker. Plus, who didn't like a street festival? He was decked out in bright purple and yellow, with a green head-scarf, and for once didn't look out of place among the other colorful revellers. He was hoping to meet Brixie down here somewhere, but for now he was just enjoying the sight of Miss Amber Sweet stepping out of her car, peering over the heads of the crowd of paparazzi. The woman was a walking advertisement for plastic surgery - not his type, but undeniably beautiful. He wondered if the rumors about her and her brothers were true. Probably not, though how weird would it be if they were?