<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/db/6be9da5452d2eab5c4db986880b9f095.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>Introducing the fifth piece (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/df/W7JFPLXRZo17kmp5cDpQilkno1_500.jpg) before being utterly distracted...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><sub>Note: Current profit - $1000</sub></div><br/>The third piece (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b0/1s1LTyyc4qsbs630SBfYMm69o1_500.jpg) practically doubled their current profit, selling at $225. As the fourth (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/eb/2ec9fcecc021cb8cba98dfa5728fe663.jpg) was placed for all to see, a noticeable change could be felt in the atmosphere as a buzz emanated from the crowd. Bids were coming more frequently and prices were starting to climb as a result. She was pleased to see her own photo being sold, it was always a pleasure to know that it was well received, but she didn't announce any claim to the piece to avoid claims of boasting. After all, it was already stated in the pamphlets.<br/><br/>Selling for $375, Aline now felt certain that they would be passing the $400 mark for the upcoming pieces. They were quickly moving on to the fifth (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/df/W7JFPLXRZo17kmp5cDpQilkno1_500.jpg) piece when Aline faltered in her overview of the photo upon spotting an all too familiar figure shamble through the back of the room. A feeling of dread and apprehension was soon replaced by utter annoyance when she realized two things. 1- Morgan had just arrived. 2- Judging from the way he was walking, he'd most likely arrived drunk. God she hoped he was at least wearing his damn pants this time...<br/><br/>Realizing that she'd stopped in the middle of her sentence, she picked up from where she left off and continued with the introduction of the photo. It was when she made eye contact with Morgan that she struggled to fight down a scowl and<em>not</em>glare daggers into the audience. Instead, she fumed on the inside as he cockily made a face at her before...did he just pass out? "Er...starting at $80 again..." Motioning for one of the staff who had been managing the moving of pieces from off stage, she switched with him to promptly exit the podium. Trying her best to walk at a normal pace, each step causing her heels to click against the floor, she made her way casually to the back of the room and glared down at the - yes, he was passed out - drunken photographer. Catching a whiff of the stench of smoke, liquor, and probably perfume from the herpes lady, Aline's nose wrinkled distastefully and her lips were set in a tight line. Not yet a scowl, no, she refused to let Morgan get under her skin yet<em>again</em>...not in front of all the buyers at least.<br/><br/>Reaching down, her hand clamped down tightly on one of his shoulders as she shook him roughly while she asked softly, "Morgan? Morgan. Get. Up." Her tone was lightly pleasant, the voice she used in public, the voice she used for business, yet there was a tense edge to it that warned of danger coming. When he didn't respond, she huffed angrily and ripped the cigarette from his lip. "Morgan..." The calmness was gone and only the threat was left, but Aline made sure to speak in a hushed but harsh whisper. "I'm going to pour all your booze down the drain and break all your cigarettes if you don't get off your ass and tidy up right now."<br/><br/>She waited for about ten seconds before snapping as a soft snore emanated from his nose. A swift kick to his knee and a shove caused him to fall off his chair and onto the floor, at the same time, Ingrid arrived looking rather harried herself. Thanks to the darkness, Aline was almost certain that no one had managed to see, or at least see clearly, all that had occurred between herself and the slob. Comforted by that thought, she turned with a smile - Morgan forgotten - and went over to squeeze the taller woman in a hug. "Hey! I thought you wouldn't be back till tomorrow!" The delight in her eyes faded slightly when she caught the look on her friend's face. Sobering up and noting the jacket over Ingrid's shoulder she asked, "Shot of whiskey?"<br/><br/>As they spoke, Aline heard the fifth piece being sold for $225. Her mind automatically worked to realize that they had reached a profit of $1k even. Yet the thought didn't cheer her as much as it should have. The sixth (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e1/Tumblr_kpz78wzpmR1qzjizro1_500.jpg) piece was being announced now and bidding soon began after the short summary of the photo itself.