Re: By the stage
"Tyler?" Adam's brow rose in answer, high and sharp. "Interesting." He hid the sudden tension at the corners of his mouth by lifting his drink, letting melting ice trace trace that fine seam. It had been years since he had seen his old friend - he wondered if the term even still applied, in their case - and though he had heard much about him from Alex, the prospect of seeing him in person was a different matter altogether. He cleared his throat as he lowered the glass, black eyes darting fitfully over the crowded room.
"I've met one, Naea," he said, distracted as he sought her in the throng. "I think you'd like her." He clicked his nails against his glass, rising gingerly from his seat. "I might see if she's around. I invited her, so I should really say hello. Preferably before the show." He leaned over to Alex, giving her arm a brief, tight squeeze goodbye before drifting out into the crowd.