Re: Entrance Area (Richard, James)
Normally, Richard would have started the night with something hard and burning and strong enough to loosen him up a bit. Tonight, though, he ordered a tap stout so dark that it bore a strong resemblance to drinking bread. When Lucy placed her order (which he made sure went onto his tab) it only confirmed his choice. There was never any good reason to end up more drunk than your date, especially not when that date was the most teasable person in the world. Smirnoff? Really? It took all of Richard's self-control not to gleefully make fun of her for her choice, and he used her question as an excuse to scan the room.
"Well," he said, thoughtfully. "I'll need a few more of these before I subject anyone to my vocal stylings." He had enough musical knowledge to understand that his voice wasn't a gift to anyone. It couldn't be worse than whoever was up there speaking rhythmically about... thongs? Tongues? She really needed to enunciate. At any rate, he required a lot more lubrication before he thought belting Bon Jovi in a crowded room sounded like fun.
But he had been thinking a little too long. Richard shrugged, "I chose this one," he said, raising his glass a little. "It's your turn now. What do you want to do? Dance? Make fun of costumes?"