"I get it." Internet nodded, looking down at the bottle that was by now half empty. He chuckled and poured them each another shot. "You know what, fuck this party." He could go piss off the Greeks another time. He wanted to make Laurie laugh and not look so guilt ridden for someone who didn't pull the trigger. Besides, Pheme was nowhere to be seen, anyway. "Let's go to a real party. My place. No not my apartment. My club. It's back in Manhattan. I promise you won't get carded." he joked, standing up from the table and glancing over in Mordred's direction. Unless of course she was daddy's little girl already, which made him smirk. He took his mask off and dropped it on the table, "Come on, Laurie, my limo is out back."