Re: Outside, in the Gardens....
It was a point of the evening when the service started to flow on its own weight - the handful of waiters knew what they were doing now and the biggest rush in the beginning had passed. That meant Avery could trust the waiters to handle things while he went for a cigarette.
Thomas in his dark very professional-like three piece suit stepped outside, put a cigarette between his lips and lit it. Long inhale, hold, slow exhale. That felt good. Then he finally looked around a bit and spotted a small form not far from him at all - and recognized the partygoer as, whatshername, the bloody annoying maid.
"What sort of service did you do to Mr Michaels to get invited?"