Day CCXXXIV

Mellow Party

     When we got back to George’s place the gang was still there, spaced out, and acting stupid. They didn’t even know we were gone, for that matter they hadn’t even missed Morgana, and Sonia who was usually the life of a party. George poured himself a neat scotch, myself a little rum, then we sat down and waited for Iggy, and the fireworks. Meanwhile, we took our minds of our little dilemma by watching the girls, smiling, and dizzily waltzing around. They were like mimes in a trance. The punch bowl was empty, they liked it so much they killed it. It was all very cool, every one was mellow, and the music in the back ground was like in the movies, but playing very low.

     “ Whoa dude, this is way cool George, very cool, man.”

Someone whispered as though he didn’t want to wake anybody up,

     “Thanks for inviting me, man.

     “Cool, man,” George waved at him.

     When Iggy returned, both girls were wearing conservative, black three quarter sleeve frocks. Morgana had a simple white collar midi, a dress that covers to just about the mid calf. While Sonia found one that reached to just above her knees, it was a V neck with a string tied at the top. The fit was couture and showed off their slender healthy profiles.

     “Wow, if I was twenny years young…”

     “Tanks Ziggy!” Morgana smiled.

     “It’s Iggy, Iggy! He protested

     “Oh boo whoo whooo, I’m sorrieee.” Morgana wailed.

     “It’s Okaiiieee, please don’t start bawling again. Anyway, you look just great, if you want, you can go back to the party…if not I’ll take youses home.”