Gwenog immediately spotted the table was about to become free. She was familiar with the motions of getting ready to go and dance again and started to move forward. Unfortunately she could tell she wasn't the only person looking who had spotted it. There was a giggling pair of young women who took one look at her glare and backed right off. There was also, however, a tall woman in a figure-hugging dress and heels Gwenog would never be able to walk in. She looked far less easy to intimidate. Also familiar.
Something beginning with P she thought. Publicity related? Advertising something? Parkinson! Not with her publicity people, which was probably a good thing.
"Join me Ms Parkinson?" she said, loud enough to be heard over the music, staking her claim on the table with a firm hand. "You won't get another table."