Angela tipped an imaginary cap and said, “Your Majesty.”
Leigh grinned. Carey stepped up beside her and shook Angela’s hand.
“I just want to thank you again for all your help,” he said. “You didn’t just save me and my business; you saved the future of art itself.”
Leigh elbowed Carey in the ribs.
“You’re being pompous again,” she said. “Come on, let’s go track down some booze.”
She dragged Carey off by the arm. Genesis leaned against Angela’s shoulder.
“So that was Leigh, huh?” she said.
“That was Leigh,” Angela replied.
“I like her,” Genesis said. “She seems really cool.”
“Cooler than me?” Angela asked.
“No way,” Genesis replied. “Though she does have better hair.”
“So what you’re saying is, I should go pink?” Angela asked.
Genesis ran her fingers through Angela’s hair and said, “That’s not going to be enough. Your personality needs more than just one color. I’m thinking… red in the front, violet in back, and a whole rainbow in between.”
“That seems a bit excessive,” Angela said.
“Excessively awesome,” Genesis said.
Angela rolled her eyes and glanced around the room again. She spotted Tony and Fatima talking in the far corner, Tony with his head down and hands in pockets, Fatima standing rigid with fists clenched.
“That doesn’t look good,” Genesis said.
“No, it does not,” Angela replied.
She hurried across the room, squeezing through the crowd. When she reached Tony and Fatima, they weren’t talking anymore. The muscles in Fatima’s arms were tensed, like a lion poised to strike. And Tony seemed to be bracing himself for impact.
“Heeeey, you two,” Angela said in the most exaggeratedly-chipper tone she could manage. “Great party, huh?”