Party 2

"Yeah we're thinking about moving further east - you know to Leslieville. Though, not this far east of course - but, well pretty close i guess."

Babs sat with her head propped in one hand, trying to hide her emphatic boredom with a level look. She sat on the edge of a chair listening to some bland looking half of a couple explain their one life in the most basic of components.

How did she get herself into these situations? Stuck talking to a 30-something boring couple with boring jobs living a boring life with their stupid cat, bad taste - Babs imagined a lot of black iron wrought plant stands and candle holders in their beige living room.

"I'm sorry?" Babs blinked. The woman had asked her a question while she'd been busy hating - she really had to curb that, for all she knew these people could be sadomasochists and much more interesting than herself.

"I said what do you do?" the woman leaned over her husband/boyfriend/whipping boy.

Babs straightened a little, "oh I'm doing my articles now." Babs checked to make sure her cleavage wasn't showing. She was wearing a red dress that she bought for 8 dollars at Smart Set and it tended to slip when she wasn't looking.

"Oh, nice" the woman said, effectively ending the conversation and cementing Babs' initial impression of her; boring as shit.

Babs looked around for her friends. Greta with her shiny blond hair and many bangles was easy to spot - she was leaning against some door frame listening intently to some zany looking academic who was gesturing in sweeping motions while explaining something to her. Lucy was nowhere to be seen - Babs could only assume she was getting it on somewhere with that dude she'd said had big hands. What was it about Lucy and man hands anyway?

"Excuse me - I'm going to get a drink," said Babs.