"I LOVE IT!" Rihanna said. Mischa, on the other hand, didn't love it so much and felt a little bit sick. Renaud said, "Here now," and removed the gun from Rihanna's hand and placed it inside his jacket and the fat American----yes, he was fat and Mischa was too drunk to feel generous toward him----the fat American was up on the deck with them and he was holding a camcorder at his shoulder. Nicole Richie preened for the camera and then so did Lindsay and then they were hugging and laughing and the fat American was encouraging them. Mischa was still staring out at the Mediterranean and she felt wobbly and then somebody said something that made them go back inside but she still felt unsteady.
Inside. An expansive room, bigger than Mischa's living room, with plush gold furniture and a bar---as if they needed anything else to drink! The fat American whose name she forgot was still using the video camera and Diego the Tycoon said, "Now, drinks!"
Mischa took a glass of something, whatever it was, and drank a toast to group something. The liquid was harsh and she spat it out and said, "Wait, what? Group what?" And Diego said it again, "Group sex," and she burst into laughter and Diego said, "Ah, l'Americaine laughs." He was right. She was laughing and then Lindsay started laughing, too.
Diego opened his hand to indicate Rihanna and Lindsay and said, "Are your friends not beautiful?" Mischa said, "My friends are gorgeous," but she was still laughing and Lindsay thought this was funny, too, except that she also seemed to be considering it, and Lindsay didn't appear to hear what Diego had said or maybe she did and just didn't give a damn; she was consumed with Renaud, the Racer, and Mischa was drunk. Everyone started moving toward another room, and Mischa looked inside and she saw a bed and an elaborate light hanging over it and soft carpeting and then all of them were inside, Rihanna and Lindsay and Nicole Richie, who said, "When in Monte Carlo," and then Mischa felt it, she felt something snap.
Snap!
Mischa stumbled backward in her heels but stayed on her feet. Her head was spinning and her stomach was in revolt and she suddenly felt the weight and volume of what she had consumed over the last fifteen, maybe sixteen hours.
"No," she said, taking another step back.
"No?" Diego said to her.
"No." Mischa took a deep breath, her legs shaky beneath her.
"Quel dommage." Diego nodded respectfully and closed the bedroom door behind him.
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