Dinner party finally over,
Guests, family, friends.
Chauffeurs holding up,
Helping in their masters.
House staff, pushing to get everybody out
With all of their things,
If not leaving,
Helping them settle in for the night.
In the commotion
Three bottles of wine smuggled up
Into room, door behind locked.
Young princess drunk saying to cousin;
“Oh this fireplace is too warm,
I always tell Louie to make a small fire,
I don’t want to lie sweating away in bed.”
Pushing her against door.
Face to face.
Alcohol on breath.
Moment of silence.
Bottles dropped onto lush carpet.
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