The Dys arrives slightly behind and to the left of Francis, he has his own bottle of Vinho Verde and Chambord from which he pours a splash in Eva's champagne. Eva giggles. "swim" he asks? "Swimming is my idea of staying alive in water" so he just sits on the diving board. He's wearing his newest bib shirt, Zuni bolo and leggings, he thinks he is in the wrong palace.
"Oooh, ooh, someone came!"
dag thinks to herself, as she leans out of the window and strains her neck to see around the corner.
Eva's steamroom is awesome, but very steamy. And slippery when wet. Dag slips, fumbles around, makes a desperate attempt to hang on to the smooth tile floor with her curled toes, waves arms around as if she was a chicken trying to take off. She does take off, less gracefully than she would like to. She lands in the bushes under the window....hoping nobody noticed. Oh, Christ. There they go....
"You're in exactly the right place," Eva reassures Dys. She steps onto the back of the diving board and starts making it bounce. Everyone laughs at the sight of Dys trying to hold on to his bottles without falling into the pool.
dagmaraka wrote:...She lands in the bushes under the window....hoping nobody noticed. Oh, Christ. There they go....
"Bushes?" Eva wonders. "There are no bushes under my bathroom window. Only the canal behind the palazzo."
Dag has fallen into a passing gondola that is delivering topiaries for the party. If only Dag were green, Eva thinks, she could pose as one of them.
How embarrassing!
What the... why is the shrubbery on the go? and where is my towel? oh lordy. Why always me? Maybe the nice gondolist will not mind driving me to the door and escorting me to my room under cover.
Letty didn't even get an invitation. Throws tantrum
Hey - that's me in the shower!!!
I brought some salty oat cookies....... so goooooooood <drool>
Where's the vino? Should we be dusting this place?
what is... who's this? it's not just the boat that's moving. the shrubbery is also moving! Oh, it's littlek. I forgot how green she was.
Good, finally someone who can drink. I need a stiff drink right now.
"Here's some gin," says littlek, pulling a bottle from her .... asters.
I dunno what ...asters are, but i don't care where it comes from. i'll have a swig.
"Gondolier....? Caio?" littlek queries over her asters. "What's your name?"
"Lorenzo, bella," he says between pole strokes.
"Could you be a dolcetto and read this aloud to me?" littlek asks and hands him a textbook. He shrugs. His shrugging shoulders say, "My hands are busy with my pole."
Sigh.
"well, I should relax here and get a couple chapters read......" and with that, littlek sips on some gin and pulls down her shades. "Let's see..... chapter one was it...?"
Abruptly, littlek stops reading aloud. "Che? No one wants to hear about classroom inclusion programs? Ok, I'll basta now."
"Ah, the night air feels bellisimo! Hey, where'd everyone go? Did I bore tutti to death?"
The Dys backs out slowly assuming noone will notice.
Littlek catches a tall narrow shadow slipping along the canal ponte, "That's The Dys! Dys, come back!" Alas, the shadow recedes into the seedy side streets.....
Hearing littleK the Dys turns toward the very average boobs yelling at him and returns to the decadent den of inequity if only to suckle nipples with infamous party hats.
"Now, now, Letty dear," Eva sighs. "It was a blanket invitation. If you knew Cavfancier, even virtually, you are invited to this Tribute Party. Or if you know someone who knew Cav. Or...even if you just know me!" The goddess giggles, hoping all of her guests will not stand on ceremony.
Vincenzo offers Letty a kleenex and a glass of champagne.
Meanwhile, the green lady is guzzling gin as the cowboy and the bookworm argue over her decidedly better-than-average boobs.
"Ah, I can see I have worried for nothing," the goddess smiles. "These people obviously don't stand on ceremony. Given an hour or two and another round of champagne, they won't be able to stand at all!"
Eva saunters toward the kitchen, wondering where that handsome Frenchman went to.
Littlek starts to shiver, Lorenzo puts a shawl around her shoulders and pulls up beside a bridge. He sits down besides her and puts an arm around her back (being careful not to touch her sunburned skin). She settles into his pole-strengthened shoulders and into a deep slumber, the boat rocking gently.
Whew. I managed to slip to my chambers almost unnoticed without as much as a towel. Now that I'm robed (if with scratches and bruises) I can join in the gathering.
Ah, Eva. Where did that handsome Frenchman go? Oh, OK, you go find him. In the meantime I'll go fish out Dys. I think I know just where he went to. The Thirsty Dog pub down over by the sea.
mmmblphth.... littlek half opens one eye and lifts her hed from Lorenzo's shoulder, "Was that daggles? I thought I heard her voice?"
She sees a swishy, well-poised shadow with boxers shoulders disappear down a familiar seedy side street. Lorenzo shushes her and pulls her head back down to his shoulder. "S'ok, I'll see her domani....mmm.....zzzz."
