Re: Lower Lounge
The Doctor had no idea at all how much time had passed in the company of the Fallen Angel, but he found he didn't much care. Very rarely did he spend time with people just for the sake of company, and he was finding that it was actually fun. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered if he would see her after the Masquerade. Perhaps he even knew her already. He didn't bother pursuing that thought, however, because the point of the masquerade was anonymity. He wouldn't press it until they parted, and even then he might not. The Doctor decided to leave it up to fate.
He nodded at her drink selection and smiled before turning to the bartender. "Two Devil's Blood cocktails," he asked for, before turning back to the angel. They stood in front of one another, the Doctor's arm resting firmly on her waist and the other leaning on the bar top. "I'll try a Devil's Blood cocktail, though I'm not sure what's in it. It hardly matters," he replied with a half smile.
The bartender cleared his throat and placed the two drinks in front of the pair. The Doctor offered him a slight nod and took his with the hand resting on the bar. He held it up for her to toast. "To new friends," he intoned.