Penelope took her labeled book without exchanging a word with the man. This was still ridiculous and she was still furious, but at least she could take it out on the wine selection for now. She made no effort to have the book signed by any of the gents, she would end up dancing one way or another but if by some luck no one signed her book that would get her off the hook she figured. Instead she mozied her way back to the bar and helped herself to another glass of the bitter red. The chocolate fountain was certainly alluring, but there was a group forming suddenly, so she took her chances a few seats away from the other student she hadn't seen before. He seemed preoccupied with a parlor trick incorporated into his costume, which was fine by her.