(http://gallery.photo.net/photo/5843824-lg.jpg)<br/><br/>Marion wove through the crowd turning to the side to protect the armful of plastic cups with their foamy loads sloshing freely.<br/><br/>“I’m sorry, excuse me, look out, hey …I just need to get… right…excuse me…” She muttered to the uninterested couples around her, jostling like cells, multiplying and dividing, spreading through the room to the beat of the music. Her dark blue sweater matched her eyes and the fiery red hair made her self-conscious, nervous.<br/><br/>Her friend jenny had brought her but in less than five minutes she had disappeared with her geek boyfriend and Marion didn’t know anyone here. When the girl in the red V-neck sweater demanded someone go get her friends beer, Marion had felt a sense of immediate relief. Finally something she could do.<br/><br/>Swaying to keep the cups level she made her way to the group and handed them out carefully one at a time. It felt like service but it also felt good to be needed, even required.<br/><br/>“Here you go, here….one for you, here…” She said daring a small smile at one of the girls, receiving the blank acknowledgment one might give a manikin. Down to the final beer she offered it to the girl in the red sweater but now there was someone else in a beautiful purple dress. She was beautiful and the dress seemed to shimmer in the dim light.<br/><br/>Her medicine would be wearing down about now and Marion knew some strange thing might happen. But that dress was amazing. It was glowing, shining like hot neon in her eyes. She felt her mouth open slightly and then snapped it shut. Turning her head to look away the red head found herself facing a small rotund man grinning a decent “come to Vegas often” smile at the girl in the red sweater.<br/>