Chelsea was very proud of herself. The costume she had picked out would be perfect, and she really hoped she'd get a chance to actually show it off this time. She'd checked herself out in the mirror and thought that she made a damn fine Charlie Chaplin, if she said so herself. She cocked her derby hat at a slightly more jaunty angle, checked her mustache, and headed for Dionysus.
When she arrived, the party was not exactly in the "full swing" she had anticipated. There was swinging, of course, but this was hands swinging toward faces. She barely managed to back out of the way as a woman let fly with a hard slap on another man's face. Great. And people wonder why I don't drink. "Hey, I'm walkin' here! I'm walkin' here!" she screamed as she quickly went into reverse.