Stella's eyes glazed over as Parry spoke to her. No, this wasn't because she was still a little tipsy, this was because she was thoroughly uninterested in what he had to say. So. What she heard went something like this-- "I-- blah blah blah-- bury you-- blah blah-- underwear-- bla..."
	
	Was he threatening her? Stella blinked slowly at Parry in a profound couple of beats of awkward silence. Truth was, she expected a longer lecture than that but, Parry seemed kind of done talking. She rubbed her sequined chest and made a kissy face at Parry before telling him, [color=A9D4F7]"Be cool, man."[/color] Her tone implied there were more words coming after that phrase but, the shoving of a handful of frosted flakes into her mouth implied "nah". And then...

	[b]“There’s a crazy mummy trying to kill everybody!”[/b]

	Stella shrugged at that and, without even giving that sentence time to settle in, she asked Parry, [color=A9D4F7]"Got milk? These flakes are kinda dry."[/color] Of course, she didn't wait for Parry to respond and definitely tuned out whoever's urging of Rusty to tell people about something-something-counting. The frosted flakes were drying her mouth out and she really needed her mouth more [i]moist[/i]. For whatever reason, as she went to open the refrigerator, a shudder passed through Stella-- maybe it was the fact that one pale girl, what was her name? The one with the face and the eyes-- yeah, her. She was standing nearby, looking kind of junky, and kind of looked as if she were on the verge of either puking on everyone in the room or having an anxiety attack which, really, Stella couldn't tell the difference. Stella stared toward-- Cels-- Kahless? Sales! That was her name, sure, right. Whatever. Well Stella was now staring at her, part waiting-to-see-her-puke and part vaguely-concerned, but also sure that Sales wasn't the source of her sudden discomfort. No... someone else was here.

	Stella's brows pinched together as she continued staring at Sales, completely not focused on her, but on who or what else could be in the house that was making Stella feel, well, a little itchy. The stare was unblinking, the stare was unwavering, and Stella did not stop staring.

[sup][@MancerNecro] -- Celest = Sales[/sup]