It didn't take long for Freddie to get ready. His suits were always impeccably clean, nature of his job. He spoke the name of the nightclub into his godbox, arriving before Emma did. He went to the bar and ordered two drinks, a whiskey sour for him, a dirty gray goose martini for her. He was sure she wouldn't like anything he orders for her, but he ordered anyway.
He saw her arrive from the bar area and watched her for a moment, while the drinks were being made. She was definitely wonderful eye candy, but he could tell from the way she stood, waiting for him that he would have his hands full tonight. He smiled, good . He'd been begging for more entertainment.
With the drinks in hand he made his way to the door, "I took the liberty to order yours, you look lovely."