Lion Head Mesa (ap) talking to a plant in the corner

Germanicus. Hazed blue went to him as he approached the sad sack corner (trademark the idiot captain who couldn’t be happy at a wedding) and Sabah puffed softly.

Nothing. Just drunkards being drunkards and doing dumb things. As drunks do. Her eyes followed the coyote as she swirled to them, curtsying in a manner that brought the twitch of a smile to her face for a moment, before the metaphorical rain cloud was back over her head. She was like the world’s most tired traffic cop.

Ive never been one for parties. You see too much of people. Surprised nobody’s gotten that disorderly yet. Maybe she should shut up.