Wanda's forays into the coat closet had not ended entirely fruitlessly- she'd wrangled a first name for the mysterious Mr. Williams. And all the waiters were now keeping her well stocked in hors d'oeuvres and drinks. Win-win, really. Now if she could only find Tony again, but so far he was eluding her and there were all sorts of lovely costumed distractions in the mean time and some not so lovely annoying ones. She ducked into an alcove when she saw Zorro again. Granted, she probably should have questioned him again, but he was staggering and was not likely to be coherent anyway. It would just be easier to avoid him and perhaps find someone to dance with.