Re: Max/Mercy/Nate- 7pm - Loitering in the Lobby
Nate kept his fingers laced through Mercy's as they approached their neighbor. He told himself the frisson of anxious energy he felt was solely the product of meeting so many new people, and in such a new environment. Surely it was not a holdover from their shared dream; weeks had passed, and there was no reason to still be affecting him so. So he tried to still his hands, busily fussing with the threadbare shoulder of his well-worn suit coat, touching the brim of his collapsing, moth-eaten top hat.
"I think all the food and drinks are in there," he said, flashing a bright grin as he nodded toward the rec room beyond. The sounds of music carried to them, and his steps became more like a dance the closer they drew to the party. "So let's go!"