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He almost made it out the door before Drusilla called.  She was just as frantic as Natasha had been, but for different reasons.  “Why is every one of my friends fucking insane?” she said.  She was practically shouting, and Andrew winced.

“That was unpleasant; please don’t do it again,” he said, musing on the effects the freak snowstorm seemed to have had on everyone’s state of mind.  “Tell me what’s going on.”

“I just can’t take this shit any more.  Saffron is going to all of my friends and telling them that I’m freaking out over Damien, and I’m not, it’s been a year since we dated and it’s just bullshit that she’s blowing out of proportion.  So I saw him after I saw you at the Barn, and he’s with some new chick and so I just asked who she was, trying to be nice, and he introduces me.  Her name’s Roxy or Rosie or something like that, I don’t really care, and I’m like, ‘oh, it’s nice to meet you,’ and then I walk away.”  Drusilla paused, as if expecting a response, but before Andrew could give one she was off again.

“And that’s it.  I don’t make a big deal about it.  Saffron saw us talking and asked what I said, and I told her and that was it.  But then Sunday she says that this Roxy chick says I propositioned Damien right in front of her, and told them we should have a threesome, and she’s all pissed off because she and Damien are engaged.  And I wanted to know if that was bullshit so I checked and I told Tania I was doing it–“

“Tania Przywara?”  Tania was Dennis’ fiancée.  It was strange how everyone eventually knew everyone else, in the club scene.  It made it easier to get to know someone, at least.

“Yeah, her.  So I don’t know who she talked to, but now people have been calling me all day totally freaking out because this Roxy chick is afraid that I’m out to get her or something.  I can’t take this any more.”

“I would say that’s incredibly wrong, but it doesn’t quite cover it,” Andrew said. 

“All I did was try to find out what was really going on, apart from all the bullshit that my so-called friends were saying.  I have access to a computer, and I can look up court records.  It’s public record, and so I went to find out who was lying and who wasn’t.  And all of a sudden I’m a goddamn stalker.  It’s not like I was following them around or sitting outside their house with binoculars or anything.  And seriously, I don’t care any more anyway, it’s things like this that tell you the kinds of friends you want to have in the first place, and I don’t need these kinds of people in my life.  I’ve been doing this drama shit for too long and it’s time to change, I need more stability in my life.  You know?”

“Indeed I do,” he said. 

“My stomach’s all knotted up.  I think I’m going to throw up.  Stress makes me sick,” she said.

Andrew drummed his fingers on the doorjamb.  Drusilla lived in Oak Park, which was more or less on the way to Liz’ place.  “Listen, I was headed out the door to go see a friend in Ypsi.  If you want to get out for a while, I could swing by there and pick you up.”

“I don’t know.  I’m not in the mood for new people.”

Come to think of it, Liz probably wouldn’t like Drusilla that much either.  She certainly wouldn’t have the patience for the moaning today.  “Then let’s run out and get a quick cup of coffee or something.  I’ll detour there on the way to Ypsi.  You could use the reality check, I think, before you go insane.”

“Fuck.  Okay, that’s cool.”