Elias nodded before sauntering to the washroom. If Sebastian wasn't watching, there was no need to put effort into cleaning this spill. He pushed open the door, immediately greeted by the sound of a presumably drunk man already emptying his stomach into the toilet. [i]"Classy"[/i] he thought, as he ripped some paper towel off the dispenser and left the puking man alone in the washroom. He made his way back to his table with his head down, dropped the paper towel on the ground and rubbed up the spill with the sole of his shoe. It was only when he knelt down to pick it up that he noticed the woman who had taken his table.

[i]"I should probably start setting up up back anyway."[/i] he thought, choosing to not make a big deal out of the situation. He kicked the balled up paper towel under the table and quickly patted his pocket as he walked away. He heard the jingle of his keys as they slapped his phone, but his wallet was missing. [i]"Must've left it at the table."[/i] he thought. Elias silent cursed himself as he made his way back to the table, bracing himself for what was likely to be an awkward social interaction with a woman he had just kicked a dirty ball of paper towel at. Ducking in and out, he leaned over the table to grab his wallet letting out a quick "Hey how ya doin?" and a grin as he sped away, hoping to avoid any insults or compaints that might get back to Sebastian. [i]"Why is she alone anyway? Waiting for a date?"[/i]. Then the thought passed his mind that she might just be a fan, and he quickly reconsidered going back and saying hi.