WeepingWisteria

“I’m going to talk to security.”

Irene looked around the room as she followed Sophie. There was an extremely drunk man playing the fiddle, but it didn’t seem to affect him enough to make him sound ...

"Fascinating! A maze that looks like a house. Does this look familiar to anyone? Are we helping anyone move through trauma?" Sibyl roamed around the billiard room, eyes wide and ...

“How do they have? I could go for a frothy glass of honeyed mead.”

“Don’t be modest, girl! Everyone seems to love that you’re here.” Irene elbowed her.

Irene’s eyes widened. “I always want to party with you if you’re going to be a celebrity.”

"I'm just gonna..." Cicada took a step back.

"Sure, bestie."

"You're a fan, not someone who works here."

"I'm mostly keeping them out of your ass."

"I'm just going to talk to security..." Cicada took a step back.

"Because I'm not an agent...?"

"Huh? How did we go from autographs to life and death?"

"I don't see how I can be above you."

"Why...?"