Jacob was thoroughly enjoying himself this evening, keeping an eye on Zipporah, dancing with several delightful young ladies and keeping a wary eye out for Miss Belby, though he was starting to think she might not be here this evening. It was a pity, but he was not short on company, which was a small solace in the sea of fancy dresses and masks.

The lights had dimmed a little while ago at the top of the eleventh hour and Jake took a breather from a more lively dance to down a quick measure of whiskey. It was only his second of the evening, but at this rate he was going to need another to keep himself powered through to midnight. The burn at the back of his throat gave him a good start, as he set the glass aside once more, moving around the edges of the dancefloor, seeing the opalescent glow from the brooches and pins they'd received upon arrival. Jake kept near the windows, the moonlight filtering through giving him better visibility, as apparently he'd managed to misplace the provided lapel pin.

Which is of course why he felt the delicate form a young woman run smack into him. Between his dark suit and his dark complexion, not to mention he'd even opted for a simply black mask, he must have been like a shadow in the night. "My sincerest apologies miss." He apologized quickly. "I have misplaced my provided night light." He felt a bit silly, as he could just faintly see her, one hand presumptuously on her elbow, until he was certain he hadn't caused any damage.