Michael would rarely have described his taste as "trendy," but he did like the decor of this place; the golden wood was soothing and cheerful. Not that it suited his mood particularly well, but he'd have to come back here another time. Right now, his objective was to get drunk. And to get Roger's perspective.
He winced visibly at Roger's suggestion of looking for birds. Normally, that would have been the main goal, but after Aveline... The last thing he wanted was to get another girl pregnant. Not that there weren't such things as contraceptive charms, but he doubted he'd be any better at remembering them when he was drunk than he had been at the ball, when he'd only had a little champagne. "Drinking," he said firmly. "I've had enough of birds for the moment."