Parry gave the woman a 'honey, what?' look, ready to unleash a new tirade against her for failing to grasp his words. Before he could get the first sound out of his mouth though, the lady was on her feet and standing between him and a muscled troll of a man. And it was a shame, because normally Parry was into muscles, but this guy looked high as a kite on something or another.

[i]'If this human found my ex stash, then I'm going to be [b]pissed[/b]...'[/i]

Now, as far as Parry was concerned, at first glance this guy was just off his rocker and on a good or bad trip. This new lady, whom he didn't recognize from the city's high society sector that he'd invited, and shoe dressed and spoke like she'd walked right out of the Ren Faire, let him to believe they were on a collision course of misunderstandings.

"Honey," Parry said, giving up on the joke and popping the pacifier out of his mouth. "I think we have a misunderstanding here. This gentleman," Parry pointed at the troll of a man, "has smoked too much of something and is just a liiiiittle off balance. But he was just about to leave."

Parry shot a glare at Muscle guy.

"Wasn't he?"

And Mr. High as a Kite actually took the hint. HE seemed to blink a few times, consider the Viking chick, and stepped away, heading back into the ballroom.

"See? Guy took too many pills and didn't know up from down." The Celestial nodded, a smug smile on his face as he put the pacifier back into his mouth.

"Om Parree Magnush. Wishard extwowdinawe. And you'we at mah pawty. Wifout a invitashun, caush I 'membew aww my inbites. Sho... how'dyou get hewe an' why you dwinkin my skawtch 'n eatin' my cheese?"