Evelyn ignores this, pulls off her Tina Chow earrings. "He's a sculptor," she says tersely.
"Oh bullshit," Timothy says. "I remember talking to him at Odeon." He turns to me again. "This was when he ordered the tuna cappuccino and I'm sure if left unattended would have ordered the salmon au lait, and he told me he did parties, so that technically makes him - I don't know, correct me if I'm wrong, Evelyn - a caterer. He's a caterer!" Price cries out. "Not a f**king sculptor!"
"Oh gosh calm down," Evelyn says, rubbing more cream into her face.
"That's like saying you're a poet." Timothy is drunk and I'm beginning to wonder when he will vacate the premises.
"Well," Evelyn begins, "I've been known to - "
"You're a f**king word processor!" Tim blurts out. He walks over to Evelyn and bows next to her, checking out his reflection in the mirror.
"Have you been gaining weight, Tim?" Evelyn asks thoughtfully. She studies Tim's head in the mirror and says, "Your face looks... rounder."
Timothy, in retaliation, smells Evelyn's neck and says, "What is that fascinating... odor?"
"Obsession." Evelyn smiles flirtatiously, gently pushing Timothy away. "It's Obsession. Patrick, get your friend away from me."
"No, no, wait," Timothy says, sniffing loudly. "It's not Obsession. It's... it's..." and then, with a face twisted in mock horror, "It's... Oh my god, it's Q.T. Instatan!"
Evelyn pauses and considers her options. She inspects Price's head one more time. "Are you losing your hair?"
"Evelyn," Tim says. "Don't change the subject but..." And then, genuinely worried, "Now that you mention it... too much gel?" Concerned, he runs a hand over it.
"Maybe," Evelyn says. "Now make yourself useful and do sit down."
"Well, at least it's not green and I haven't tried to cut it with a butter knife," Tim says, referring to Vanden's dye job and Stash's admittedly cheap, bad haircut. A haircut that's bad because it's cheap.
"Are you gaining weight?" Evelyn asks, more seriously this time.
"Jesus," Tim says, about to turn away, offended. "No, Evelyn."
"Your face definitely looks... rounder," Evelyn says. "Less... chiseled."