Re: Elevator
Daniel didn't say anything when she did not take the elbow as offered (though he had not gone to much trouble to do so) and ambled after her. He could herd, but he didn't. He got the feeling that he was buying trouble for this party, and he enjoyed that an awful lot, putting on his favorite smug smile, the one that was mostly in his eyes, not his face. He came up behind her, a much darker shadow of haphazard attire, and finally came to a stop at the blonde's shoulder. Daniel took one hand out of his pocket, and scratched his nose, eying the man at the elevator.
Without a word he turned and looked over his shoulder, scanning behind him for something. He caught the eye of a dealer, and then slowly moved his eyes until the dealer was looking at the floor manager. With two sets of eyes on him and soon more, (Daniel was patient during all this, and he acquired even more eyes that looked where he looked simply out of curiosity) the floor manager blinked and looked up. He saw Daniel, blinked, and then seemed to take in the situation in one. The security at the elevator looked at Daniel, then followed his gaze to the floor manager. The crowd looked from the floor manager to the security man, then back. The floor manager gave a significant little nod. The crowd bounced back, tennis match style, to the security man. He hastily stepped back, pulled the rope, and ushered Daniel and his blonde into the elevator.
Daniel sauntered in without a dollar being exchanged--at least, not more than he put on the felt in a given week. He watched the blonde make a mess off the mirrors without comment, avoiding his own reflection but freely watching hers. He put his hand back in his pocket and lounged, hardly anticipating yet another party, but finding it just as interesting to be upstairs as down.