Daria the Rich Bitch
Jane glanced at her best friend Daria as her head dipped down for a moment and heard a familiar snorting sound.
"I thought Pablo said his connection couldn't get the good stuff until tomorrow?"
Daria smiled under the influence, "Yeah, but his brother delivered the goods anyway."
Jane followed Daria's gaze to one of the waiters at the dull party they were attending.
"What game is Pablo playing?" Jane asked while noting that 'Pablo's brother' looked good and filed him on her 'maybe' list.
Daria finished her Champaign just in time for said server to arrive with fresh glasses.
They had another moment to themselves before one of their 'friendly enemies' (not to be confused with an actual frenemy, someone a bit less hostile) joined in.
"Mind?" Shay asked while sitting her butt down, "Lillyanna is being even more of a b-i-t-c-h than usual, I needed to get away."
"Not at all," Jane lied to the girl, ignoring Shay slipping a small baggie with a mysterious powder she added to her own glass before taking a deep drink.
"Is this the social table?" A familiar voice asked as she took the remaining seat for herself.
"Elsie," Daria said with a hint of pleasure, "I thought you were in Paris?"
"I was," Elsie explained, "But mother insisted that I should attend."
Her boredom was apparent even as she spoke, clearly wanting to be anywhere else, even the catacombs of Paris seemed more interesting than this dull affair.
"Why do they still do the Starry Night Ball?" Shay complained, "It's not a proper debut, the art museum that made money off of it burned down ages ago, so why host it?"
Jane affected an imitation of her father's voice, "Because Janey tis a proud tradition that has stood the test of time and those of good blood always attend."
"They started this stupid thing in the 1950's," Daria sneered, "Proud tradition my coke riddled..."
Daria trailed off as she saw her so-called escort for the evening Marcello 'flirting' with Lillyanna in the distance.
"It looks like he's ready to hump her leg." Shay said carefully when she noticed, only her eyes betrayed amusement.
Jane bit back a comment by finishing her own glass and setting it down so hard on the table it cracked.
"Oh dear," Elsie said dryly, "The glass almost broke."
"They are fragile things."
Daria noticed that Shay's escort, Gaston, was sitting on a barstool with a martini in hand; as crowd milled about a bit she noticed that he hadn't taken his eyes off of her since the ball had begun.
"I am not concerned about Marcello at all," Daria said evenly, "I think I will trade up this evening instead."
Due to the angle of the table only Jane had spotted what Daria was looking at and hid a smile while wondering how shocked Elsie would be if she walked in on herself and her brother Tom in the morning after, covered in fluids and sin.