"Well to start, you are the first person to actually approach me this evening." Lucille's smile was softer as her face openly conveyed her gratitude. "It seems my days as someone to be considered good company as slipping away." A frown replaced her features as a servant brought of their drinks. Lucy gratefully accepted her's and took a sip, surprised at the lack of bubbles that brushed her lips and tongue as she swallowed it. The cool water felt refreshing, she probably could use something over than champagne to fortify herself this evening.

"But don't let me dampen your evening, Mr. Lukeson. How have you found the ball this evening?" Lucille's charm warmed with the fact that she had something solid to focus on.