I rushed back to DQueene, eager to exchange some news with her, then I heard the gong. "Drat, is it so late? I shouldn't have spent so much time searching for my passport, my visa-card, money - and it didn't help that I had to check my pepper-spray was there and my chewing gum an those cigarettes and the lighter and... Ah, well, sorry DQueene. But when the big bosses have said their welcome, we're sure to have a glass of wine and chit-chat, hm?"
DQueene looked at me with raised eyebrows. "Ahm, well, I'll better confess it at once - I'm not that organised, ye know? Things keep hiding from me... Hey, the gong went, we'll better go get a good seat and something to bite on, hm?" I tried to distract her, a little embarassed.
When we reached the entry, I took a long glance at that pony-tailed guy, looked at DQueene, grinned. "Hi, my name's Kiya and this is DQueene, we've both got the invitation. May we enter?" Ponytail checked his list and waved me to proceed handing something to me. My eyes widened - goody, food. I stuffed the cards and the pen carelessly into my Bermuda bag.
"We'll meet at the bar or maybe at the buffet, see ya. I'm starved..."
