ARIELLE/AZALEA, 2030h.
The order was made, and the glass of wine promptly made its arrival. Azalea took liberal sips as Ari spoke. Depending on who showed up, hmm? She scanned the room briefly, noting that The Snuggly Duckling was already approaching full capacity though the night had yet to grow long. The lack of a particular individual did not escape the machinist's notice.
Unable to help herself, Lea returned her eyes to Ari and raised an eyebrow suggestively. "Still waiting, are we?"