Ana glanced around the ballroom, then down at the dress she was
wearing *well, when in Rome..* passed through her mind as she
grimaced slightly-she disliked dresses. But, this one wasn't too
bad: vibrant blue with purple, black and gold emproidery round the edges, the dress floated around her-*I still think the bl&&dy bodice is cut too low.*
The people in the ballroom appeared to not see her *well, so much
for antiquated finery. I didn't want to do this in the first place, but Strella insisted I needed to get out and not sulk-especially on Valentines Day.*
"Oh, there you are!" enthused Strella, looking gorgeously exotic in a deep red dress, that brought out the highlights in her lush brown hair. Hugging Ana, she scolded, "I thought you'd never get here-it took you so long. And I was right-you do look lovely in that gown. Come meet all the rest of the guests!"
They were all there: Kath, Steph (and her hubbie), Elsa, Trina,
Beth, Michele B., Judi, Michele S. and so many more. Including
Alden who was off tending bar. The band The Connells, were playing and lots of people were milling around dancing, drinking, making conversation, and generally having fun.
Anthony Stewart Head wandered by with Lisa V. on his arm. "Oh, hello there, Ana."
"Hey Tony, Lisa. Having fun?"
"Yes, see you later on."
"Right." Ana grinned, Lisa seemed to be having lots of fun-as did
Tony.
Suddenly, there was a commotion at the top of the stairs, Paul
McGann and his wife Annie stood there. "Um, hi," Paul said, "Um,
well, thank you for inviting us. And I hope you don't mind-I brought some friends with me." He turned and waved them in-whispering "C'mon guys, they won't bite...too hard anyway."
Peter Wingfield and Adrian Paul stood there, along with all of the Doctors and various other people.
"Hello Strella," Tomdoc said, in his deep, velvety voice, "I heard you had a good hot tub around here somewhere."
Strella blushed and led him off.
Sylv turned to Ana, and smilingly asked her where Suki was. She sent him off with a grin, then turned and welcomed the rest of them in, "Um, well since Strella has wandered off. I'll go ahead and take over this Hostess thing. Welcome folks, feel free to mingle, drink-watch out for the Pan-Galactic Gargle Blasters-and dance. Enjoy!"
People had been arriving sporadically for a bit, and Ana had been by the bar to get a drink-or two, or three-and was now back at her post by the door greeting people. "Hi, I'm looking for Kath?"
"Umm,..Oh! There she is over there by the bar, talking to Jon Blum and Kate Orman."
"Thank you."
A voice came from behind her, "Excuse me, can you tell me where
Sophie is? I can't seem to find her in the crowd."
"She's over at the bar drinking shots of tequila with Jon, Pat, and Bill."
"Tequila? I didn't think she liked that." He wandered off to the bar.
It was much later in the evening-Ana had watched from across the
room, as Steph's hubbie had swept her off her feet-literally-and
gone off somewhere. Off in one corner she noticed Kate, Jon, Andie and Paul Cornell having a deep discusion-*prolly on world
domination*. Mel had found Alden ages ago, and now Guinan was tending bar. The Connells had long since stopped playing and Victoria was running the board-*quite well too, considering the century she was from.* Terrence Dicks, Ben Aaronovitch, David A McIntee, Random and Jason had just been joined by Dave Stone in a lengthy discussion of taking over BBC books.
Petedoc had disappeared with Elsa quite a bit ago, and Strella and Tomdoc were still nowhere to be found.
The door slammed open and a young man stalked in. "I'm looking for that brat of a sister, Rori! Where the hell is she?"
"I'm sorry, but there is no one here by that name."
"Oh, yeah? Well, I saw her come in here earlier. I KNOW she's here! She has to come home now."
"Sorry, but you're going to have to leave. You obviously weren't
invited."
"Make me." he sneered.
"If that is your wish," she said sweetly, "Oh boys."
"Yes, milady?" Peter, Adrian, Harry Sullivan, and Jean-Claude Van
Damme stood there.
"Please take this..person outside, he is NOT invited."
"As you say ma'am."
They tossed him out the door. "Thank you, guys."
"You're welcome."
Kirstin grabbed Peter's arm and they went back to whatever they had been doing. Other ladies grabbed the others and went off.
Time had completely given up on attempting to be accurate and had
gone for a lie down somewhere. Most of the guests were either dosing on the floor, gone home, or gone off to their rooms. Ana wandered around waking people up, and sending them to bed.
Finally, that task completed she stood in the ballroom looking at the mess, grimacing, she realised she should have kept someone to help clean up.
Alryssa and Mark McGann walked back in, "Hey, are you going to
need some help cleaning up?"
"No, I think I'm going to leave this till later. Thanks though."
"Sure, good night."
They left, and Ana looked around, smiled, and decided to go to bed and leave the mess for tomorrow.
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