Marco didn't see Juno at first. Tequila was calling him, and he focused hard on that when he realized that the other people at the bar, along with Lennon, were Kiley and Chase. He didn't want to talk to either of them, or hell, even be spotted by them. He had nothing good to say, and anything that needed to be said was already covered over the network, in private messages.
He grabbed a bottle of tequila, and poured it into a glass, and quickly left the bar. He had been tempted to just carry the bottle with him, but he was trying to look fancy with these clothes, right? Fancy wasn't carrying a bottle around and drinking directly from it.
He sipped his drink as he tried to find a new place to stand, and was thankful that his gaze came across Juno, and legs. He swallowed hard, still fighting off general awkward discomfort as he moved towards her. He turned and hopped up so he could sit on the edge of the pool table. He was short enough that his legs dangled over the side.
"I've never had a pocket square before," he mumbled, then took another drink.