Re: By the stage
"Packed," Adam said, glancing over his shoulder at her retreating suitor. He noted Mo's method of dissuading undesirables from edging too close, wondering if it might prove useful - though still remarkably off-putting - as the night wore on. He leaned down to the table, sliding the glasses he'd procured across its already scarred and worn surface. With a frown and a scathing look of his own he managed to coax another patron into removing their foot from the chair he had claimed; he pulled it close beneath their table, perching himself at the edge of the seat. "Sorry to keep you waiting."
He sipped idly at his own ice water as he looked around the crowd, attempting to guess at how the show itself might go. The better part of the patrons seemed already into the music, and if there were a few small clusters of the aforementioned douches, they seemed easily enough to avoid. Adam recognized a few from his short time at Pax, and wondered if Naea had decided to turn up after all. "Anyone else you two are keeping an eye out for?" he asked. "We really don't have room up here, I guess, but if you want to say hi to someone I can watch the table."