"Hmmm," Thomas mumbled, looking ahead to the shelves lined with assorted bottles of expensive alcohol,"I see."
He was about to inquire about her business when Dalton and Aleera suddenly approached from behind rather hurriedly.
"Sorry about our tardiness." Aleera said.

"No problem." Thomas waved it off.

"So I trust you two are well acquainted?" Aleera asked.

"Well enough." Thomas replied looking to Alice.

"Good," Aleera mused,"then perhaps the two of you can share a dance to an evening waltz tune."
Thomas started to speak before Aleera grabbed Dalton by his left arm with both hands,"Come Dalton,"she said,"dance with me."

"Hardly," Dalton said, pulling away from her,"this white collar stuff isn't my nightly jam, thank you."

"And I don't dance," Thomas said, looking to Alice,"sorry."

"Well aren't you two the real muddy sticks?" Aleera stamped her foot,"I suppose I'll just have mingle around until I find a gentleman who will entertain me. Care to follow Alice?"