LCM <l...@pei.sympatico.ca> wrote:
> <sweeping into room in the usual manner - silver Vivienne Westwood
> catsuit, huge moviestar sunglasses, six inch platform shoes, towering
> afro wig, cocktail in one hand, glamorous du Maurier wafting in the
> other>

> LCM: (patting wig) Hello darlings - I came as soon as I heard.
> (glancing at Jflexer) Sweetie - a little bird told me you were
> likening me to a demented drag queen who robbed old ladies and left
> one of her tits behind as evidence.

> <glaring, turning to assembled mob>

> Well it's an absolute scandal, darlings - I waltz off for mere moments
> and suddenly I'm an object of speculation.

> <patting wig>

> Or, as a less kind person than myself might hazard, GOSSIP.

> <turning to Jflexer>

> Take that!

> <SPRAYING MACE>

> BITCH!

> <turning teary-eyed to Judith>

> Oh darling - it's true - they've turned on me just like said. <sobs
> quietly, dabs nose>

> HONK!!!

> <smiles bravely through tears>

> So anyhoo, darlings, whilst Jflexer screams and such, who wants to buy
> me a smart cocktail? Hmmm? I'm just about dust with the dehydrations,
> so let's make it a pitcher - I'll be in my corner booth, sweeties -
> hurry now, happy hours fly!