Gah, sorry for not responding!


Stripes has been thinking, but he's not sure who she's talking about. The Four Seasons though, he's familiar with.

"Four Seasons is a hotel. It's where we usually hold the parties," Stripes explains before taking a swallow of his own water. "Mr. Bates runs things out of there, he loves helping new comers."

Stripes puts his glass down and frowns as he looks over the dancer.

"I'm not... used to seeing everyone masked though," he apologizes. "I don't think I can point him out right now..."

A thought occurs and he quickly reaches into his pocket. His smile returns as he withdraws a notepad and stub of pencil. Flipping to a fresh page, he hurriedly writes down a number.

"Here's my number though," he offers, holding out the paper. "If we can't find Ms. Byeli or someone else tonight, give me a call and I won't mind helping."