Sylvie and Wendy
It had been an extremely long day for Sylvie Fawcett. She'd had to get up and go to work early as usual and from there she had gone straight to the Badger Festival, grabbing dinner and seeing what she could throughout the evening. And she'd been enjoying the concert and chatting up a fit bloke when everything had gone into pandemonium.
It had been fine at first - even fun! Sylvie was able to distract herself and bother other people and when word came out that it was Orpington? Well, that practically called for a song and dance. He wouldn't be bothering Annette anymore, which would get Syl's sister off her case, and it looked like with so many people frustrated it was probably for the best. But the lightheartedness faded as they were corralled there and pulled in one by one for annoying questioning. They weren't letting her go home and frankly, Sylvie was tired.
At 3AM they finally released the crowd.
"Ridiculous," Sylvie said to no one in particular (or really, whoever was willing to listen to her carp). "Don't they know some of us have work in the morning? I can't be expected to work on experimental charms with four hours of sleep."