Lafiel's Party (OFFICIAL PARTY THREAD)

[Incindre]

The servant dashed back with his precious cargo and gave it to the lady in obvious pain.
Lucy popped three tablets from the packet of Panamol and swallowed them at once with the entire contents of her second flute of Champaign.
Although this distressed the member of staff greatly (one tablet was the maximum per day) he said nothing and wandered back to the kitchens.

The Commander leant cradling her head until the pain subsided. She always felt sick and her concentration was poor afterwards. She saw the BAF Commander Goodmen leaning against the wall further up. She decided it was best to pretend to be involved; she didnt want to draw any attention to her state.

Goodmen stood out, to say the least, his casual clothing a stark contrast to the expensive suits that had been chosen by the other men. The blatant refusal to associate with any Nobles stood him apart.
She was about to move over when the belated Miss Araluen leapt upon him in an embrace. The look on the Armed Forces Commander added to the giddy state inflicted by the Panamol overdose culminated in a small laughing fit. No one saw this however. She didnt like people to think she had a sense of humour, it would slacken the iron grip she had over the subordinates in the BPA.

She went to interrupt but a burst of static in her ear halted her. The effect of the noise sent her mind spinning and she collapsed against the wall again.
Lucy shook her head and pushed a finger against the tiny communicator.
Sykes what the hell do you want? She growled through gritted teeth.
If ya going to be like tha I wont tell you! the Constable whispered. You wont believe who I just saw up on the balcony.
If you answer more security I will remove Price from latrine duty and assign you.
Ordinarily Sykes would chuckle at something like this, he didnt.

Remember last time you went psycho during a migraine?
The Commander scowled I wouldnt put it in such terms but yes.
And you told me about Morgan?
She felt a slight chill pinch the back of her neck.

Inspector Morgan was, to be fair, a rather scary man. At first he had made her a little uncomfortable with his piercing stares and the fact he seemed to be following her. Then she started finding bugs in her apartment and in her office, and not the creep crawly kind at that. She knew something was going on and Morgan was her prime suspect.

Well it looks like you were right; hes up here on the balcony with what looks like some grappling gear. Check yourself for bugs before you reply.
The fact that he was here made her feel all the more that the sallow skinned inspector was indeed spying on her.
She did a quick and discrete search but never thought once to look at the slim necklace around her neck. If she had scrutinised it carefully she would have noticed that it was not the gift her mother had given her on her departure to the BPA but a cleverly constructed copy with a tiny microphone in it.

Keep an eye on him Sykes, she said I am going to speak with our beloved hostess and then we will leave.

Silsbury caught Miss Tarrant just as she finished welcoming Admiral Hale of the Liberty Navy.
Miss Tarrant, She said through a false smile, emboldened by the excess chemicals in her system.
Do stop and have a chat!

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