Lori/Nyx and Sam/Thoth
What she would find instead was one Israeli who had been waiting for the Frenchwoman to show up. He was definitely supporting a good buzz, though Samuel, or more properly, Samuel propped up by Thoth, was still as coherent as one could be after several hours of drinking. He had more than an hour to decide just what drink he was going to make, and the God of Knowledge had run through the options available to him to figure out just how strong of a drink he could make. He had no problem pushing decrees on mortals, after all, and sometimes they just asked for it.
“You must be the frenchgirl.” He said with a smirk as he stepped over toward the table. He considered her again for a moment. “Angelique. Almost didn’t recognize you outside of work. How’s the club doing?” She might recognize him, though given how many faces she saw on any given day, she just might not too.