[MaC] At the Fitzroys: More guests arrive

[Jonathan Katalenic]

At this point, the host of the party, Marty Fitzroy
himself entered, with Nicola Diamond on his arm.  They
were closely followed by Anton Barowenski with
Marjorie Higgins.

"More drinks, 'Odges!" ordered Fitzroy.  "What will
you 'ave, my dear?" he said, turning with an 
oleaginous smile to Nicola.  The sound of the 
doorbell ringing brought a frown to his face.  "You
get that, Esme," he ordered abruptly.

"Au contraire," said Anton, with a little bow.  Mrs.
Fitzroy, if you will permit ... and Miss Higgins, if
you will excuse me ... "

Another bow and he was gone down the stairs.

"Well," said Esme faintly, sinking back in her chair.

Marty Fitzroy was scowling - clearly his client's
intervention had not pleased him.  Then he gave a
short laugh.  "Foreigners!" he said contemptuously,
before turning again to Nicola.  "Now, Miss Diamond, 
what 's your poison?"  The last was said almost with a
leer.

'It's Douglas, you boorish ass of a man. You'd think
you'd remember that Diamond is the one you're carrying
on with and Douglas is the one you WISH to carry on
with,' Nicola said, but only in her head. Remember,
her mother had told her, a lady never corrects her
host unless it is a matter of life or death. She bit
her tongue and obeyed her mother's sage words.

"Oh, I never know what to order," she demurred,
batting her heavily-mascared eyelashes. To Hodges, she
said politely, "Anything with gin in it will do me
just fine, Mr. Hodges."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When this group arrived, they found Hodges, the flats'
maintenance man, solemnly mixing drinks for Nicola
Diamond and Majorie Higgins, the post woman who lived
on the ground floor, while Marty Fitzroy gazed 
avariciously at Miss Diamond.  Also present was the
dark young American from Flat 11, Braham Davis and -
as usual in the background - Mrs Esme Fitzroy.

Nicola brightened at the sight of new guests and,
drink in hand, headed over to greet the new arrivals.
'Thank God. One more minute with that awful Fitzroy
and I would have screamed,' she thought.

"Mr. and Mrs. Skeffington-Nottle!" she said warmly.
"How delightful to see you. Come, have a drink!"

<tag Oswald, Lucinda and Anton>

[ooc: please correct me if I've done something wrong
here- I think it's okay, but I'm not sure if I've made
a mistake in answering two different threads at the
same time.]


		
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