Anyone.... anyone... Bueller
Lane wasn't sure how fancy his clothes really were, but he'd found a store on the main fashion street that offered all the couture labels he was at least partially familiar with. He'd finally settled on black slacks and a soft gray cashmere sweater. It was at least dressier than he was used to.
He hung by the bar for a bit, sipping on a drink tinged a pale orange and tasting of mango. He wasn't planning on being a wallflower tonight, so might as well get some liquid courage first.