Well we did it. We had a party for Maisie. She was absolutely astounded. I was pretty surprised myself. Julien really did do her proud. I managed to organize some food. I had a few credits spare and Julien added a few more.
But it was the bubbling nectar that made it. It wasn’t the ordinary stuff. It was something he’d found which was made by the same methods as the old world drink they used to call champagne. Except that the grapes were grown in one of the glass houses and not out in the air as they would have been fifteen centuries ago. It really was a lovely drink though not all that strong. He insisted that we drank it out of veriglass – out of strange-looking tumblers with long thin stems which open up to form a tulip-like cup. Maisie was so excited that she broke the stem off two of them.
“Will you be in trouble for that?” I asked Julien. Those glasses must have been worth a lot of credits.
He just waved his hand. “Everything cost so much, darling, that that won’t make a bit of difference. I can still sell all the rest” He raised his glass. “Cheers!” he said.
He’d actually bought them then, not hired them? That all got me wondering what sort of job he does that he can find that many credits so easily.
“How can you afford all this?” I said
“Don’t ask,” he replied and put his fingers on his lips.
I’m sure he must be a full-time Hidden Information peddler. It’s the only explanation for all the credits and all the information he’s got.
You know, his eyes glazed over at that point. He definitely doesn’t want me finding out any more.
Maisie was amazed at having all of her work colleagues there. And one or two personal friends she hadn’t seen for a while. I have to give it to Julien. He did well there, whatever he did, legal or illegal. Everybody found it quite amusing, I think.
One thing though. I don’t think I’d like to have too many parties. It gets very noisy. The concierge came and told us off a couple of times. It was only a droid though. Julien suggested disabling it but we persuaded him not to.
It all makes such a mess too. Because people can’t sit down to eat they drop the food on the floor. Maisie’s house droid is one of those with a personality. It complained all the time as it cleared up. But the main thing is, you have really trivial conversations with everybody. You’ll probably never see these people again, so what’s the point?
But as a one off, it was fun.