Re: Lower Lounge
The fallen angel was perfectly content with their lingering closeness, seeing no need to rush off the dance floor just because another song had started. Let the other dancers move around them - there was more than enough room. She hadn't come to the masquerade with any clear intent, and was fine with going with whatever came her way - and right now, that just happened to be the Doctor.
Oh, she could certainly get used to this. Why weren't more guys like this one? The look on the bartender's face made her laugh, and she flashed him a grin before turning to face her partner. "A Devil's Blood cocktail, Doctor." She recognized the costume even if it was vague, and thought it was cute despite not watching the show. "Are you getting anything?"