Gesturing to the man’s suggestion, L’aire added to the bartender. Perhaps slipping in a little Italian would help with her disguise. “Un Pinot Grigio, per favore.” Her words relayed to the man behind the counter should have been simple enough to understand in the tone to which they were implied. The Dancer could already deduce that who she was speaking to wasn’t Magnus. Unless he decided to do a little more speaking than average. Even so, she didn’t want to know who she was speaking to yet. Because this was her Court’s event and she wanted to have a little fun with this. Nodding to the two anonymous people who arrived at the bar next ( Terri Nutkins and Warren Locke ), she gave a soft grin before turning back to the one next to her.
“Grazie. I don’t normally drink wine so I never know what to order.” What the Winter said was mostly true, albeit she rarely drank to begin with. Fudging things a little never hurt on a night like tonight
Palming a gloved hand toward the helpful man beside her, L’aire “Do you enjoy events like this one?” Softly smiling while furthering the small talk. “The ballroom type atmosphere or the nature of the gala?”
Shit I hope I don’t make an ass of myself somehow. Even if she did, L’aire wondered if they’d figure her out anyway.
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