The woman gaped at Mollie as she handed her the tray of drinks. She had been a citrus yellow color before the man had chewed her out, now, as shock turned to violent anger, her body turned a deadly shade of purple. The woman chewed her lip and glared him down, as if contemplating whether to throw the tray at the man or scream for his head. Then, with a loud grunt, she turned on her heel and stormed away in the opposite direction. It seemed that the woman didn't wish to cause another scene and risk another painful humiliation.<br/><br/>The strange man in the patchwork clothes took no interest in the yellow woman's tantrum.<br/><br/>In fact, judging by how he was acting, it seemed as if he had forgotten about her existence entirely and was far more interested in sipping  champagne whilst staring hard at his right foot.<br/><br/>No one could hazard a guess as to what the man was pondering, especially when he began lifting his foot up and down off the ground repeatedly.<br/><br/>"Hmmm...odd," the man spoke after a few rounds of raising and lowering his foot. He looked up with interest at the ceiling and the floating robotic music bands that hovered above their heads before glancing at the grand gold walls that lined the ball room.<br/><br/>"Very odd indeed," he muttered to himself before taking a slow sip of the champagne and then suddenly bursting into a fit of coughs and splutters.<br/><br/>"Okay, yuck, that's disgusting, what is that?" The man said with alarm as he glared at the light bubbly liquid that churned within the thin glass. "Is this champagne? Why are all the waiters serving champagne?" The man asked, seemingly out loud at first, but then he turned on the spot and looked straight at Mollie and gestured to the crowd around him.<br/><br/>"This is meant to be a celebration isn't it? So where's the orange squash and cake?" the man asked Mollie with a small degree of genuine concern. "You can't have a party without a cake. And what's with the entertainment? Hasn't anybody ever heard of a pinata? All this talking and dancing is so tediously dull."