𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓮𝓻 𝓑𝓪𝓵𝓵

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Two huge bodyguards stand by the door to The Walker Brand's HQ like gargoyles.
The red velvet rope on the stanchion set seduces you, enticing you to come inside.

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You're sure everyone will be here.
Some will have snuck inside, others will hold their thick invitations all the way to the towering men at the door.

They will examine these invitations with the utmost attention.
They know the social significance of such event - and the consequences for a poor job.

No weapons are allowed inside. The lobby is full of armed masked men, keeping an watchful eye on the windows and door of the business building. The thick granite of the walls is kissed by the warmth of the lamp lights, enamouring the guests away from the cold weaponry these men hold.

Bodyguards are held away from the door. "Invitations are for you only, no one else comes in. The lounge downstairs shall accommodate them until it is time to leave. Don't worry.", the man at the elevator doors keeps repeating this to the guests. They direct the bodyguards to a different line and guide you into the elevator, couple at a time.

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Inside the elevator, a bold WALKER greets you, engraved into the mirror. A man whose all black attire is only broken by his white vest and bow tie hands you a flute of champagne.

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You have just long enough to double check your outfit and enjoy the bubbly, as the elevator soars through the building into it's luxurious penthouse.

The red velvet carpet on the elevator extends into the room full of dark leather couches. Some of the guests are already lounging around, leaning on the ebony bar among glasses of bourbon and flutes of champagne. Despite the masks, you recognize a lot of the people here. JohnMarston is one of the faces at the bar, picking through bottles of bourbon in order to find a drink.

A lot of prominent personalities of the American underworld are sharing the same space, some are even dancing together to the jazzy music. You spot WilliamWalker holding a conversation in the balcony with the mayor of Seattle, holding glasses with WALKER engraved on them. Luukas is right beside them, folding his navy blue handkerchief into his pocket while he looks into the horizon of Seattle.

Coltrane is sitting in an important looking chaise longue, with a golden labeled bottle comfortably resting in a coffee table nearby and a WALKER glass right beside it. A blonde dolly is sitting on the edge of the chaise longue, caressing his hair and endearing the rugged man with her lively green eyes, giggling at something he said before taking a sip of her champagne.

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Luckies is wearing a charcoal double breasted tuxedo, complete with an orange handkerchief neatly folded into his jacket's pocket. He would look perfectly formal if it wasn't for his choice of neck attire - his hate for bow ties was showing, as his bolo tie's WALKER plate spread it's shine around the room as he roamed around, checking on the guests.

He sees you at the elevator door and greets you with a wink, quickly directing some of the staff towards you. An employee in black slacks and a black button up comes by and asks you how could they be of service, explaining where can one eat, drink, dance or get some more privacy. He offers you yet another flute, with a note under it.

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Welcome to The Walker Ball. Please, have a wonderful time.

Luckies sees Vincent and gives him a warm smile and a firm handshake. He motions for one of the staff members to bring over a tray with drinks and nods at Vincent_Costello's outfit choice.

"Not overdressed, but impeccably dressed indeed. I'm keen on the choice of bowtie, even though I'm not a man of bows myself."

He grabbed a WALKER glass from the drinks tray and handed it to his friend. "The best you can find in this dry country, good friend. Maybe even the best in Seattle, who knows?" He let out a hearty chuckle.

"You arrived quite early. Please, find youself a nice place to seat and enjoy your drink! There's plenty more where that came from, so don't shy away from the bar." - Luckies motioned towards the ebony bar. - "We're quite heavily stocked as we are expecting some heavy drinkers. The country has been dry for quite a while, so it is only natural to have thirsty guests."

Luckies searched around for the steward with the food and summoned him as well. "Of course, all that drinking cannot go without food. We have a wide selection of dishes, I personally recommend the bruschetta. It's my own mother's recipe, so I trust it'll appeal to everyone." He picked up some bruschetta himself and took a bite.

"If you feel like having a smoke, then feel free to use the ashtrays in the low tables near the couches. If you find yourself in need of smoke, there are cigar boxes at the bar. Take your pick and enjoy yourself." Luckies' attention broke for a second as he was called from behind the bar.

"Now, I must excuse myself. I am needed in the bar." He smiled as he paced towards the bar and inspected a couple of bottles of red wine, throwring one of them into the garbage bin.

Colt smiled as poured himself his own glass of champagne. Walker alcohol was the best, and the only, booze in town. He sat up on his chaise longue, noticing some people were starting arrive. The ball was finally getting started. He offered a smile to the blonde woman he had hired as his secretary and got up. He couldn’t take care of the business and his music at the same time, so he had hired her to deal with the whole music part of it. She was completely oblivious to his involvement with the mob world. Part of the reason he wanted to start slacking on his music was because of her. She was cute, but dangerously boring and superficial. Not to mention she was starting to annoy him with her gossip. He preferred smarter women with more personality. 

He adjusted his saxophone shaped cuffs and his white bow tie. It blended well with his beige suit and black pants. His suit matched with his beige shoes, with small wooden heels that clacked every step he took. He hoped he looked half-decent, for his own sake and to possibly impress the one he had invited. He looked around and didn’t notice her anymore. He knew she was very busy, so he knew that maybe she couldn’t show up tonight. 

He took a sip and walked up to Luckies. 

Thanks for putting this together my friend! Love what you did with the place, it’s sure to impress anyone who walks in here. So, you waiting for anyone?

Tick tock, on the clock. It was time. 

Grabbing onto Nikolai's arm, she looked at him with an uneasy smile. "Don't you think I'm a bit... overdressed? I look like I missed the memo." She glanced down at her own outfit as her heart sank. There would be people wearing gowns... formal suits... And here she was - with a perfectly fitted latex suit. It hugged all her curves, if she had any. Extremely skin-tight that her pert orbs could be seen from a mile away. In one hand, she had a leather flogger. The other held the invitation. Sturdy black boots for the night in case she would run into trouble and have to squash their face hard into the ground. And no, there was no perverse intent there.

Then she looked at Nikolai. His fashion sense was out of this world. Cassandra was aware that he was getting very old nowadays, but he still knew how to live the life of a partygoer. "You have a booger, by the way." She laughed to herself as she walked ahead of him in the direction of the elevator doors. 

While she stood inside the elevator, she wondered who would be attending. Nonetheless, she knew there was going to be a lot. She was glad to have gotten the chance to get to know Coltrane, Luckies and William before heading here. That calmed down her nerves a bit. The champagne helped as well. 

"Thank you." She raised the champagne glass in the air with her eyes twinkling with joy towards the WALKER. With just a few seconds until she would reach the destination, she checked herself out one last time. She gave a silent thanks in her head to her personal stylist and rothel assistant, Lulu. Cassandra would be looking like a train wreck without her. 

DING! The elevator doors finally opened to reveal a lavish space, not meant for the lower echelons of society. She immediately took the chance to find Luckies, the charming man that had invited her. Perfect timing, as she clocked Coltrane standing beside him as well. 

"Nikolai, you look so good. I can't get over it. Come on, let's show you off to the people." She winked. 

Her boots made a stomping sound towards Luckies and Coltrane near the bar, waving her whip around like it was a piece of paper. She looked them up and down, before lifting her chin and smiling in a devilish manner. "Sup boys? Both look handsome, as expected."

Walking into the elegant ballroom with CassandraVilmont on his arm, Nikolai knew it would not be long before all attention was on his beautiful crew leader.  Over the years, he had taken on the father figure role, providing guidance and simply being there for her when she needed it.  And with her mischievous and spontaneous nature, there always seemed to be something that needed a protector's attention.

Doing his best to keep his grin hidden, he could still hear Lulu cursing as she spent well over an hour pushing and pulling to squeeze CassandraVilmont into that latex dress.  He had no idea what language she was speaking in, but it was obvious that she was giving her opinion about the dress of choice the crew leader had picked out.  And in the back of his mind he said to himself "God help us if she needs to use the ladies room!"

He had been appreciative of her invitation to attend this exclusive event.  And scanning the room, it was obvious that money, power, and eccentric tastes would be of no short supply this evening.

Following CassandraVilmont's lead, he followed in tow as she took a direct path to a figure that was well known and highly regarded all across the underworld.  Coltrane was dressed in an amazing looking suit that had obviously been tailored for him by someone of expert skill.  Standing next to him was Luckies, another high ranking and well respected upper from Seattle.  It was obvious that Seattle was here to prove they were a prominent player in this high society, if not the leader of the pack.

Allowing CassandraVilmont to introduce herself first, out of respect for her position, he followed up by extending his hand in friendship and maintaining direct eye contact with the Chairman Godfather and saying "Mr. Coltrane, Good to meet you.  My name is Nikolai, RHM of Madam Vilmont".

Following up with the quick introduction, he turned and offered the same handshake and eye contact to the other gentleman, "Mr. Luckies, Good to meet you also.  Seattle has represented very well."

With the formal introductions complete, Nikolai faded back to into his role of watcher and protector.  The old lion knew this was CassandraVilmont's time to shine and shine she would on this glorious night.

John wasn't used to being so well dressed so he kept pulling a bit at his tie and collar. The event wasn't really starting when he arrived, he just wanted to make sure that he had first crack at the alcohol behind the bar. Although he knew he may have to share, he was usually the one who wanted to enjoy a bottle by himself. 

As he walked inside the guards inspected his invitation as if their lives depended on it, "It's me ya idiots. John. John Marston."

He was quite annoyed with the extensive security, especially when the men who organized the event had been authorized to set up from out of his own gang. Not wishing to cause a scene he just let the men do their job as he stood their begrudgingly. As he went a bit further a man stopped him.

"For god's sake, what now!?" He looked at the young man who now seemed a bit uneasy.

"Uh...welll....sir..." He struggled to get it out.

"Spit it out! I don't have all night feller." John looked him in the eyes.

"We need you to leave all your weapons with us. They're not allowed upstairs for the Walker Ball." He finally spit it out.

John's scowl continued, "You're tellin me that I have to give you my revolvers and knife? Go up there and be unarmed?"

"Well....yes sir. That's exactly it." The man put his hands out hoping John would just hand over his weapons.

"Fine." He grumbled as he handed over his whole belt and holsters.

Finally the elevator doors opened up in front of him after traveling past the initial security. The metal box climbed up the building floor after floor and made John uneasy the whole way. Eventually it came to a stop and the doors opened once more.

In front of him was an large room with just a couple other people walking around along with all the staff who were rushing to get every last detail finished up. He spotted the bar across the room and a smirk appeared on his face before he quickly made his way over. The bartender came over to greet him as he pushed past the man to go directly to the bottles themselves.

"Sir, I'd be happy to assist you if you took a step back onto the other side of the bar." John turned with a grimace on his face.

"If I have to deal with one more of you bastards tryin to tell me what I can or cannot do. I'll go downstairs and get my guns before continuing this discussion." The bartender backed away and let John continue what he was doing.

As he was picking up bottle after bottle to check them out he would either place them in a 'maybe' category in his head or a 'hell no' category. The decision of what to drink was a tough one with how much they had in stock. He knew that there was some alcohol brewed especially for him if he had heard Luckies correctly the other day, but he wanted something else as well.

The search was continuing when he felt a tap on his shoulder....

"Boy! What did I tell you..." He started to say as he turned around and found Marcella standing behind him.

She held back some laughter, "I hear you've been making friends with the staff of the event. Here John." 

Marcella came around him and grabbed a bottle off the shelf  at the top and handed it to him, "It's some bourbon from Ireland. I think you'll find it to your liking. That way you can stop with this nonsense and actually enjoy some time away from the bar."

John grumbled, "But the bar is usually the best place to be at any event. I suppose you're right though. Luckies and William are hosting so I should be a good sport."

He made his way out from behind the bar. As they began to walk he nodded at Luckies who seemed to be making the rounds to any guests that were arriving. Across the way he spotted CassandraVilmont and who he assumed was her right hand man Nikolai. A quick direction change brought him and Marcella near the pair.

"Hello, I know we've spoken in quick passing Cassandra. Just wanted to make the offer that if you or..." He turned to Nikolai, "I assume Nikolai, is it? Well if either of you wanted to have a drink then I'll be bringing this nice bottle of bourbon over to that table over there. You're always welcome." He smiled at the two and continued on his way.

"Was that being a good sport?" He turned to Marcella and chuckled, "I think I can do this whole 'having fun' thing for the night"

She patted him on the shoulder and shook her head, "I think you'll be alright."

Coltrane was making his way across the floor so John made a point to get in his way, "Watch where you're goin buddy!" 

John pretended to almost fall, "You were goin to make me waste this whole bottle of good bourbon. Did you already start without me?"

A smirk appeared upon both of their faces, "It's good to see you brother I hope you enjoy yourself tonight. I'll have to come find you at some point to share a drink. We'll be at that table for the time being if you ever want to join us."

He gave Coltrane a quick hug and patted him on the shoulder as they pulled back. Then with a couple of greetings under his belt he made his way over to the table with Marcella. John assumed that Luckies and WilliamWalker would find them at some point during the night as well. The real question was who else would be attending to have some fun at that Walker Ball.

William had been following the progress of things the last two days as the HQ turned into a golden palace, fitted with red curtains and carpets. His Right-Hand Man could exceed the expectations, but also the final bills at times. When he saw the large piano being brought inside through the main doors he just went to his office to relax away from all the commotion and wait for the party to start. He was just finishing reading the first issue of 'The Outlaw Gazette' when Luckies popped in with excitement all written across his face: 

"The guests have arrived!"

William smiled back, he couldn't wait for this. "Is John here yet? Or Don Coltrane?"

"Aye, I think I saw John assaulting the bar. But the Mayor is in as well..."

"Ah! That's good. I need to discuss a few things with the old man, and he won't be himself past ten I'm quite sure. Do I look alright?" William turned on his shoes and winked at Luckies.

"Haha, save the moves for the ladies big guy. Trust me, they won't leave your side after they see you like that."

After the mayor was considerably less coherent and started throwing his usual jokes, William went inside to hunt for his friends. Luukas was sitting on the couches by the window, and was quite emotional at explaining something to jackie that the other one simply couldn't stop giggling about, almost crying. He looked over to the bar and saw Luckies sharing a few with Vincent_Costello, he would surely want to meet with him, but then he noticed Coltrane and JohnMarston hugging and greeting each other, so he moved slyly in their direction. Avoiding showing himself at first and then simply appearing from behind Coltrane's big back with a serious expression.

"Gentlemen..." He nodded and before they could react all too much he continued with a smirk: "May I see some invitations please?"

Luckies had just finished up with the corked wine when he spotted his Godfather - Chairman coming to meet him. He slipped his hand behind the bar and grabbed a specially flashy bottle. The golden label sit perfectly with it's caramel insides and clear glass, the darker shade of liquor hinting at something specially aged and brewed, something far superior to a regular whiskey.

"This is a compliment I cannot take on my own, the whole brand got together to organize this." he presented the bottle to the Godfather, allowing it to steal the spotlight. "We even organized something special for you, if you'll accept it. I thought the staff had already given it to you, but they wanted to save the special moment."

As he handed Coltrane the bottle, he noticed CassandraVilmont and Nikolai approaching. He quickly signaled the bartender to come back this way, letting him to do his work. As proper greetings ensued, he made sure to present Cassandra a glass of bubbly and Nikolai a glass of some smooth bourbon.

"I'm glad to see you guys here. Nikolai, it's a pleasure to finally meet you." he spotted JohnMarston moving towards the other end of the bar and digging through bottles until Marcella found him something he liked. He made a mental note to check on him later on and take him some of the good stuff. WilliamWalker had advised him no to give away too many bottles, or their supply of premium whiskey would be depleted.

Luckies turned his attention back to the group. "Colt, my good friend, you need to let me know where to find cufflinks that good looking. They're the perfect touch to your outfit." He looked back at his Chicago guests. "You guys both look wonderful as well. I appreciate the duality between the sleekness of the avant-garde and the elegance of classy."

He took a long sip of his glass of brown and gave them a respectful nod. "You must excuse me. That bottle isn't going to hold John very long, and I have something special for him." He picked up another distinguished bottle and moved over to John's table.

"John, my good friend! You look wonderful. I hope you don't feel too naked without your gear. I told them to let you keep your bowie, to let you a little more comfortable." He glanced at the table to see the bottle of Irish sitting halfway through "Marcella, your taste in giggle juice is as fantastic as your fashion sense. You look wonderful." he remarked, as he put down the golden labelled bottle.

"This one is for you, John, the special batch arrived just in time for the ball." he lit a cigarette before continuing. "It's gift for you - for both letting us spread our wings, and for being a treasured friend and mentor."

Luckies proceeded to leave them and went to check on the mayor, who was babbling about a new bill to the barman. He held a quick chat with the man, leading him into a secluded area where he could sit down. He then signaled Betty, The Walker Brand's lovely secretary, who came by - along with her bodyguard, the 6'4'' Robert. They got the message and entertained the Mayor while Luckies slipped away, back into the party.

The did not make it on time to be there for an exact opening hour of the ball. Her flight had a delay by two hours, and it was very stressful to her. It was, her first delay she ever experienced, and she might as well consider buying a private flight, whenever she has to go somewhere important and be there in a specific time.

She does anyway arrive at the airport of Seattle and immediately takes a taxi to the closest fanciest hotel. She does not mind which one as long as it looks good from the outside and inside. She likes to show off her wealth, whenever she can, that is for sure. As she came from a low-income family, she has a hard time not to live this very prestigious and luxurious life after checking in for three days and paying them extra to get a free room for her as all were booked she proceeds to go to her room number 126. She did not take the elevator but prefered to take the stairs, while carrying her heavy suitcase. Of course, she almost falls on her face as she slips on the stairs. She still manages to arrive in her room. The stress induced clumsiness is indeed visible.

She cannot help but take a short shower after arriving in her room, and it helps her to calm her mind. She sprays some of her rose dream perfume on her neck after slipping into her black dress. The dress is ending just slightly under her knees, and she is also wearing her hair in a ponytail while wearing her black high heels. She certainly makes sure to look good for the occasion.

She leaves her room and takes about 20 minutes to arrive at the place where the ball is supposed to take place. She does not need a map or a guide, as she knows the city incredibly well, having lived here for a very long time. She slowly but surely enters the location and looks all around her. She is talking to the receptionist and tells him, that her name is Sabrina. He checks the names of the invited persons, as he sees her and ticks her name off the list. 

After that short introduction to him, she slowly steps inside and immediately makes her way to the bar. Maybe she will also see some familiar faces. One can certainly hope so.

It was no doubt only to become more rowdy as the night went on and the alcohol disappeared. People were dancing, others chatting, and then there were a few slouched over the bar with a bottle in their hands. While he had not been a part in the discussion of the ball held, he wasn't too bothered by it. Luckies knew how to throw a party, and he did it well.

He had been making himself busy before everyone began to arrive by helping out the staff polish up, wanting to do something at least. He was a rather quiet man, and as young as he was no one really knew him. 

Smoothing his simple suit with his palms, he looked around the impressive space with a small smile. Helping himself to a simple glass of bourbon, he walked to the large windows and took a long drink. It was going to be a long night, and he was going to need his liquid confidence if he was going to talk to some of the most powerful and influential in America.

Luukas could kill a man with no witnesses, but he was definitely not the best at talking to people that intimidated him. Lucky for him, he was going to be in a room full of them for the night. But alas, as William's left hand he wasn't going to back out like a pusillanimous baby.

So he took a deep breath when people started arriving, preparing himself to act like the left hand he was made to be. He saw a few people he recognized: his previous crew leader JohnMarston, as well as Sabrina who was a woman he met on his trip to the city of angels.

Excitement filled the small being as she had been enjoying the city of Seattle for the last few days.  But tonight...  Tonight was to be the climax of her enjoyment of this city.  She had come to explore and enjoy, as well as take care of a few business matters, but she had chosen this time to do this because she had received a very curious invitation.  An invitation to the headquarters of The Walker Brand...  She didn't know very much about this crew, but she knew that she adored them.  Then again, it wasn't really a surprise.  Ellie adored most anyone who wasn't throwing shoes or bullets her way.  But in any case, she knew she adored them all.

She was thrilled to have been invited, although her rank did encourage such pleasures.  But honestly she was still thrilled at being thought of.  As the car neared the designated location, she looked over to her very best friend and right hand.  She and Faith hadn't known each other terribly long, but it was a fast and strongly built friendship.  Faith understood her like no human did.   She knew what she was thinking almost even before she did.  She was such an incredible help in the transition and now growing of their little family.  Ellie's whiskers twitched as she groomed as much fur as she could reach.  She wasn't sure about these coverings, but as it had said she should dress up in the letter, Ellie had gotten a tiny dress in a beautiful violet, sewn with tiny amethyst stones.  She had it fashioned so that all four feet could make it through and she could move relatively unhindered.  She had chosen a brand new little daisy flower behind her ear as was her trademark.  

One could bet that when Faith walked up with little Ellie perched upon her shoulder, they got some strange looks.  But the strange looks suddenly turned to recognition and then pleasant greeting, making it clear that they were likely forewarned of the little Ferret Leader and the likelihood that she would be attending this evening.  Still there were curious glances as if they hadn't been completely certain that their leg wasn't being pulled.  But either way the pair of them were ushered into the elevator.  Both ladies looked mildly uncertain about their bodyguards being ushered off.  Sure Ellie trusted these people, but...  No bodyguards and no guns?  Ellie didn't doubt the safety of this...  Or at least she certainly hoped it would be safe.  It sounded fun and Luckies had promised treats...  So she took the plunge.

The man in the elevator easily presented Faith with a glass of champagne before looking at Ellie inquiringly.  Faith shrugged and then nodded, just as Ellie peered curiously into the glass offered her.  Lapping up a few drops, she tilted her head a bit at the taste and how it danced upon her tongue.  Oh now that was good!  Drinking some more a little more eagerly this time, Ellie would certainly indulge her curiosity.

The ride was over quite soon, the doors opening to release the latest party guests and out came the two of them.  Ellie's curiosity began to go off the charts and she quickly moved down from Faith's shoulder to begin her exploration, weaving between legs and around the room.  She found her movements to be a bit more intensive to land in the right spot, and seemed to stumble over her own paws.  She wasn't exactly sure why she did that, but shaking her head rapidly from side to side seemed to help a tad...  Or...  Make the room spin.  Now that was cool too!  No.  Focus Ellie...  She would begin to explore the place quite enthusiastically, not yet approaching any people.

Luckies saw Sabrina in her blue dress walking towards Coltrane, CassandraVilmont and Nikolai at the bar and met her halfway to politely greet her. He knew Sabrina from his multiple trips to LA and was quite pleased to see her. He aknowledged her sophisticated dress as he finally managed to greet her.

"I'm happy you made it. I trust you had no trouble getting here?" he smiled "Make sure to try our champagne, we don't know when we'll be able to get our hands on some more."

He chuckled and realized the Elevator door was once again opening up. He spotted Faith and Ellie coming out of it, and realized he should probably check on them. "I must excuse myself for a moment. I hope you have a good time - and I'm certain we'll have another opportunity to chat in a moment."

He made way towards Ellie and Faith, making a brief stop by the bar first. He came towards them with a small marbled pasta bowl, steaming a little. He greeted Ellie with it in his hand, revealing the contents - small cubes of Lamb and Chicken, in a nice, thick meat broth. "I did promise treats! I hope these are to your liking. The bar as been notified to keep a constant stream coming, so you guys just need to let them know."

He motioned towards an area near the area where he had dropped off the mayor. "In there, you'll find a nice velvet net bed you can easily climb onto, if you want to rest a little bit. I'll make sure the staff keeps some food in there as well." he put down the bowl in a small coffee table nearby.

"Please, be comfortable. Let me know if there is anything you need. And most importantly, have fun!" he lit a cigarette as he excused himself and walked towards the musicians. He wanted the Jazzy music to be a little more mellow. He wanted people to have the opportunity to drink and eat while they chatted, before the actual dancing started.

The woman continues to slowly but surely walk towards the ball but is being stopped by Luckies, which she also already knew by meeting him a few times during his visit to her city of Los Angeles. She even spent some with him at the beach and does of course stop as he starts talking to her. He asks her if she had no problems to arrive him and laughs a little bit

''I sadly had some troubles. My flight was delayed by three hours, and I almost fell right on my face, as I was bringing my suitcase to my hotel. But stuff happens, as long as I still managed to arrive and I look good. That is all that counts for me'' Sabrina adds as she listens to him talking about the champagne. She is usually not a fan of alcohol at all, but the one that she got from Charlie_Pavannos ultra luxe casino over in Philadelphia as a gift was excellent. Ever since she is a bit more open for it and nods

''Oh. No worries. I will get some of the champagne''  she adds as she already asks the bartender to pour some of it into her glass with small ice cubes inside it. She sees CassandraVilmont and Nikolai also being at the bar but does not know them well yet. She can clearly remember the short interaction with Cassandra over in her city of angels but does not know the old man beside her. She looks at them and smiles at them before slowly gulped down her drink.