[he feels very much at home! strangely inverted in the air as he may be. somehow, the silliness of the champagne cuts through the almost suffocating opulence of the party. it's. . . nice]

[don't mind him as he maneuvers into a casual mid-air flip. A gentle tumble!!]

Huh. . . sounds like a pain, keeping track of people's ranks.

[it's one way to fuck around with the game they're supposed to be playing, he supposes]

Do you think the powers that be like making things hard on us?