09-18-2018, 09:12 PM
The show ended. The lounge was just as brusque as the performance. The menu made Bradley laugh, but it wasn't a funny laugh, more like I think we are in the wrong place laugh. But they ordered and the girl brought them their drinks dressed as anti-american as the decor. She said nothing about his accent. Just smiled that shy smile some girls got when they meet someone famous. This wasn't like Manifesto, more common folks were around and they had no problems swarming them, which meant he had to deal with the fans first before he could speak with one Jaxen Marveet. Or he could politely inquire to his presence if he were so inclined. Which seemed the better option. Adam whispered to the waitress as she left. "If you wouldn't mind sending the star of the show his favorite drink and invite him to our table if he so pleases." There was no point in being rude and interrupting. There was more than enough time for everyone.