Evangeline, for one, thought this evening could have some very interesting outcomes--gossip and alcohol made for dangerous ground. Not for Evangeline--she didn't have any particular secrets that she was afraid of accidentally divulging. That was one of the few perks of having one's most important life moments plastered across the gossip columns for anyone who cared about it to see.
For her part, she had been nursing the same drink for a while now as she mingled. She'd really only gotten through half her glass when someone she'd actually want to speak to under normal circumstances approached her. "Mr. Echelon-Arnost," she greeted with a smile. "Oh, I wouldn't doubt it. They've certainly provided the perfect recipe for it, haven't they?"
For her part, she had been nursing the same drink for a while now as she mingled. She'd really only gotten through half her glass when someone she'd actually want to speak to under normal circumstances approached her. "Mr. Echelon-Arnost," she greeted with a smile. "Oh, I wouldn't doubt it. They've certainly provided the perfect recipe for it, haven't they?"