While Chester and Dumas talked about her downstairs, Mari was back to her bright and jolly self, and was having a lot of fun greeting people as they arrived, leading them to the spots where they liked to be, and enjoying the music.<br/><br/>The girl was nice to men and women alike, and even her slightly flirtatious way went both ways. As long as nobody tried anything more than talking, it was all fun and games, after all.<br/><br/>Meeting, greeting, taking people to their preferred spot, heading back, repeating. Mari could do it all night, without thinking about anything else while she did so. And it was not like she wanted to think about anything, anyway. Up until White showed up, she was keeping her nightly routine with her professional smile.<br/><br/>Her smile made a quick shift to the personal one as White stopped in front of her. "You're fashionably late, again. Welcome, White... and friends. Behave, will you? If you need anything, dear, you know where I am."<br/><br/>The girl finished speaking and moved to the side, to let everyone in, before resuming the work of trying to organize the people who came in enough to be able to talk to them all and make sure everybody had a little piece of Mari-styled kindness.