Re: By the stage
Could that be considered an 'interesting' event? Was it noteworthy enough to waste ink or lip, kinetic energy on the angelheart gray desk at the Black Ribbon Geisha production company, of her pink and carnation good start mouth with the trappings of a still activated 'curse'? A red crayon was crumbled into dust, a sacrifice to appease The Nothing into making this the end of a never-ending story.
The spindle-story concubine all liquored up and woozy, heart stomping on land mines, or was that the rattle of the rhythms cage bars? Was angry. Was wrathful. Was every possible synonym of furious. Nothing had even happened to make her thus... it seemed an instinct, a response beyond her control. It wasn't merely for what had occurred, as that was fading like a photograph drowning in an pool of ink. It was for the figure getting a little too cozy, a little too confident, nuzzling up to her friend and... such a display being hardly part of Dria's character.
At all.
Piling the drinks onto the table (mind you, shoving one of the men out of the way with her shoulder, to which he replied with laughter, further irritating her.) in an unheard clink, the void's odalisque peered over the unwanted two bachelors who had wormed down at the table while the hawk was away. Was this what Dria wanted? She didn't... wasn't looking too ... by now whatever they'd slipped into her drink was beginning to take effect.
"I haven't known you one minute, I already don't like you. You're in my chair." nothing nice about it, aimed at idiot one in her chair, but her attention strayed as quickly as an abused cat to her friend. "Dria?" she bent down. "Are you okay...?"