The hangers make a loud clatter as Essie topples to one side, which is completely and 100% percent because she's drunk and not because of anything that Jeffy might have just done or said. Ha ha. Hahahaha. Wow, Jeffy, that's like a super WEIRD character choice right now??? Didn't she just say how OLD she was???
As predicted, the hat goes sailing off Essie's head again as she falls against the line of coats and manages to hook the opera glasses on the hanger rod to keep from sliding to the ground. "Oh DEAR, young man, you shouldn't TEASE a WOMAN my age," Estella Bertha Devillington trills, fanning herself with her free hand as she melts further into the row of coats whose owners really shouldn't have just left them hanging in this room if they didn't want people to make a giant mess of them. "I've heard STORIES about what a VARMINT your great-GRANDfather was, but I had no IDEA how much you took after him."
She unhooks the opera glasses and falls to the ground with a soft thud, heart beating a little faster because Estella Devillington is OLD and forgot to take her medicine, and not for any reason other than that!!! The floor seems like a great place to stay. Jeffy's way, way up there and there's a whole bunch of coats hiding the fact that Essie's covering her face with her hands, because this is AT LEAST a two layers of defense situation.
There had been a PLAN and that plan involved WAITING. Waiting until AFTER the next game to say anything to Jeffy, maybe even longer!!! There were probably LOTS of reasons to wait that Essie hadn't thought of yet. She just needed a little more time to figure them out!!!
An arm darts out from beneath the coats and snatches the top hat, shielding her face with it as her head slowly emerges. It's a really good thing she's wearing this coat, because her dress had been like pretty expensive and her moms probably wouldn't be thrilled she was rolling around on the dirty floor right now??? "My great-grandmother always said that your great-grandfather was the only scoundrel in the whole west she couldn't put six feet under," her voice echoes into the top hat, and she tilts her head just enough to peek one eye up at Jeffy. Barely a second passes and she kicks the wall, because she's pretty sure she's about to be sick, and it has nothing to do with all the canapés she ate earlier. "Did you hear that? I think I found the hidden door."
Jeffy + Essie vs. A Closet, Take 3
As predicted, the hat goes sailing off Essie's head again as she falls against the line of coats and manages to hook the opera glasses on the hanger rod to keep from sliding to the ground. "Oh DEAR, young man, you shouldn't TEASE a WOMAN my age," Estella Bertha Devillington trills, fanning herself with her free hand as she melts further into the row of coats whose owners really shouldn't have just left them hanging in this room if they didn't want people to make a giant mess of them. "I've heard STORIES about what a VARMINT your great-GRANDfather was, but I had no IDEA how much you took after him."
She unhooks the opera glasses and falls to the ground with a soft thud, heart beating a little faster because Estella Devillington is OLD and forgot to take her medicine, and not for any reason other than that!!! The floor seems like a great place to stay. Jeffy's way, way up there and there's a whole bunch of coats hiding the fact that Essie's covering her face with her hands, because this is AT LEAST a two layers of defense situation.
There had been a PLAN and that plan involved WAITING. Waiting until AFTER the next game to say anything to Jeffy, maybe even longer!!! There were probably LOTS of reasons to wait that Essie hadn't thought of yet. She just needed a little more time to figure them out!!!
An arm darts out from beneath the coats and snatches the top hat, shielding her face with it as her head slowly emerges. It's a really good thing she's wearing this coat, because her dress had been like pretty expensive and her moms probably wouldn't be thrilled she was rolling around on the dirty floor right now??? "My great-grandmother always said that your great-grandfather was the only scoundrel in the whole west she couldn't put six feet under," her voice echoes into the top hat, and she tilts her head just enough to peek one eye up at Jeffy. Barely a second passes and she kicks the wall, because she's pretty sure she's about to be sick, and it has nothing to do with all the canapés she ate earlier. "Did you hear that? I think I found the hidden door."