Re: Tables and booths.
So Lucien had gotten bored and decided to crash the slave night. Really, why should the slaves have all the fun? He had stolen a collar from Emerson's study, really the man didn't lock up anything but his booze. He fashioned a tag with some of his magic that said, 'Property of Emerson DeWitt'.
He had been tempted to do put Emmy, but figured that would not fly. The man the front let him through and he first headed to the bar and got a vodka tonic. He was going to nurse his one drink, after what Emerson had said from the week before he didn't want anyone to blow him off just because he was a little drunk. Moving through the dance floor he walked over to a lone man sitting by the dance floor. He looked like he could use a friend, and the guy was cute too.
"Hey." He said over the music, and sat down. "I hope you don't mind me sitting, but I am not much of a dancer." That part was true.