"Thank you Ms. Jones; I wasn't looking forward to fighting through the glitter for another table." She slid onto a stool, crossed her feet at the ankles. "And please, call be Pansy if we're going to be sharing a table."
She cast her eyes over the crowd again, made eye contact with one of the giggling girls Jones had scared away. There was clear interest in the girls' eyes, and Pansy smiled coyly, before dismissing the girl entirely. She turned her attention back to Jones; she wasn't surprised to see her here. Jones' preferences were well known, and Pansy admired the no-fuck's attitude Jones affected about it.