Cam - open to Allegra and Mischa Lenkeit
"Why did you ask me to be your date if you're not going to dance with me?" Bryn's voice was slightly shrill as she crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Cam. Her pink skirt was short and her black tank top was barely covered up by the light sweater she was wearing. Cam just scrubbed at his eyes briefly, feeling tired and drained and just sick of looking at her. "Because there was no one else." Because Mischa wasn't around. "Go dance with Johnny or something." Bryn glanced over at Tommy's bodyguard, a big, quiet man with a beard that rivaled Wes' and was only shaved mostly off for the special day. "He's busy keeping an eye on Tommy. Come on, Cammy, just one dance!" Cam shook his head. Bryn just continued to glare, Cam looking at her blankly until she stormed off in a huff.
Cam sighed as she found one of the lower drug runners and tugged him onto the dance floor, the third-in-command watching from the edge of the dance floor as his once-girlfriend started to grind against the young man. Again, Cam sighed again and turned away as Wes' gruff voice sounded in the earphone of the headset Cam had been wearing all day. "Henri is doing what?" Cam asked into the mouthpiece, glancing over at Marc's blond brother, who was talking to Matt with a grin on his face. "I'll deal with it, man, just relax." Switching channels, Cam's voice sounded in Matt's ear and the young boy made his apologies to 'Henri' and bounced away to take care of the mindless task Cam had randomly created for him. Cam switched channels again and reassured Wes that all was fine before glancing up at the stage, where Bowie was in the middle of 'Under Pressure', and idly thinking that he should make his way over there eventually to make sure the sound system was working at peak capability.