“I know - I look fantastic. No need to say anything. Your stunned silence speaks volumes.” Zafiro speaks smugly, his second place ribbon displayed proudly upon his chest. Clearly, he has been having a wonderful night - the wig he wears atop his head sits askew, and he is beaming from ear to ear. There are some at the ball tonight who have taken a more reserved approach, lingering on the side-lines, but he has made it his mission to speak to, and dance with, everyone in attendance.
“I don’t suppose you’ve seen my vertically challenged husband, have you?” he queries. He lost track of Lionel some time ago. “I should very much like to rub my win in his face. But no matter. I have found you, now, and intend to revel in your company.”
He holds up a tray of food he has picked up from somewhere, snatched from the hand of a waiter, and in an exaggerated French accent, he asks: “Hors d'oeuvre?”
AMEND: THE FIGHT FOR AMERICA
Equality is equality. And to me, a word that is not open to interpretation. You get to be who you want to be, as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone else. And that person should be protected by the law. — Pedro Pascal