[ Date secured, then. Connections are never a bad thing, especially in a place where rank and wealth talk. ...And where risk seems to lurk around every corner. Lighter makes a face at the bubbly-afflicted patrons. ]

Champagne's not really my style, anyway. It's harder to get the fancier stuff, where I'm from... [ Which is funny, considering he orders something akin to an Old Fashioned — sugar, muddled cherry, and all. He's got a sweet tooth, what can he say. Lighter opts to stand while he waits, gaze shielded but body alert, the curvature of his stance both casual and electric at the same time. ] But if you have a taste for it, least I could do is offer to catch you.

[ Is he sincere, is he bullshitting... a mystery.

There is something more pressing on his mind, however. ]

It seems like you have some knowledge about this place. [ His words come carefully. ] How long?