The Peacock 1506

Dorothy occupies the centre of the couch flanked by Carol on her left and Sarah on her right. Dorothy´s white helmut of hair has been just dyed a blazing shade of fuschia. Both Sarah and Carol sport neat haircuts, Sarah's remains undyed, and Carol's shines a more luminous than usual shade of copper. "We were going to send out a search party", says Dorothy, lifting a glass of sherry to her lips. "Lovely to see you here", says Carol, whimsically, who is also drinking sherry. Sarah gets up to approach us. "Thank God you're back", she says, appearing angry and frustrated. The techno music is very loud. The first thing I do is to brush past Chelsea, George, Jeffrey and Jesús to the laptop on the diningroom table, now hooked up with a speaker. I shut it off, close it, and disconnect the speaker. All is now quiet.. "Hey!" shouts George, who appears to be the only one really drunk here. Standing still, I turn to him, pointing my finger and thunder, "Get out of my house!" Carl comes up from behind and says, "Chris, please, that is harsh." George is staring at me in shock. And he suddenly appears sobre. "You're not serious. Are you?" he says. "How dare you desecrate my family home this way!" He stares at me, like a puppy being scolded for defected on the Persian carpet. "You may stay here tonight on one condition. Gather up all of my father's remaining booze that you have pilfered, and pour it down the sink. All of it. Every single fucking drop...