Grumbling softly under his breath, Remy fought his way through the crowds of beautifully dressed people, tugging at his suit. He wasn't particularly fond of the thing - the fit was all wrong - but he had to admit that it made him look fantastic. He'd been getting all sorts of looks from women and men, and he'd marked out a few for pursuit. But for now...
"Cherie, how am I supposed to be your escort if you keep sneakin' off on me?" he asked, sidling up to the bar and smiling broadly at Emma. Reaching over, he plucked the champagne flute out of her hand and downed its contents.