mingling

after a half an hour or so of watching the grand sir judge and his friends continue the concert for nobody as if they weren't going to stop anytime soon, the guests began to comment to each other about the situation and relax a little bit. it developed into full scale mingling and despite the fact that we had yet to be greeted by anyone but the giant billboard and helicopters, the sense of unease seemed to be lifted and i began to notice that the room appeared warmer and actually physically nicer (with the mermaids' song sounding beautifuller).
sir judge leaned over to me cupping his hand around my ear and got his mouth to within a centimeter of my head so i could feel his long whiskers and breathing tickling the inside of it, and as he breathed he was audibly arranging his saliva in his mouth with his tongue and i started getting very uncomfortable and finally had to bark "what?!" and cock my head away but he just moved with my movement and finally whispered extremely loudly, "WE SHOULD SPLIT UP." i pushed him away and said, "yes! fine - get away from me.." so he quickly turned and motioned to his servant and yelled, "come, sod!" and walked off. i watched him for a few seconds when i suddenly realized there was someone standing next to me watching the sir judge wander off as well. "he must be a judge," she said quietly still watching him. i looked over at her. she was stunningly beautiful and sad looking. "yep!" i answered and drank my vodka. her servant was staring at me with no expression. he was very large (about 8 feet tall) and wearing a cheap navy blue suit.  "my servant schweppes.." she murmured gesturing towards the bear with her wine glass but still staring tiredly ahead at nothing. he nodded at me. i looked at her again. she stood there with her wine hand elbow in her opposite hand just staring straight ahead into space. i slowly turned my body 90º and  and shuffled sideways on an arc so that i ended up directly in front of her and just a few inches from her face. "who are you?" i asked. she backed up a few steps with an annoyed expression. "i'm lucy," she breathily replied and as if on cue, schweppes handed me a business card. as i took it from the bear butler, lucy and i continued to stare into each other's eyes. after a couple of seconds they both turned and briskly walked away. i looked down at the card - "Shweppes Murnett - Professional Butler"