He hated the pictures, the people. It was all pointless, just to fuel the gossip machines and nothing more. But he didn't let it show, he was right next to her the entire time with a smile that would charm the panties off the wicked witch of the west. He was there for her, his newest friend. Already tested in the trials of combat to be rather resilient for a human, he wasn't going to shrink away from this.<br/><br/>“Whiskey, top shelf, neat...and its not like I can get drunk anyway.”<br/><br/>He offered with a grin as they moved closer to the mini bar. He looked the bartender in the eyes and grins putting up a hand to Jessie before she ordered.<br/><br/>“I have one hundred dollars if you bust open that six pack I KNOW you are hiding in the back.”<br/><br/>She looked shocked for a moment but when Luther produced the bill she only grinned and gave a curt nod before heading off in the back to get two bottles of a rather nice import and more importantly it was beer and that was always the drink of choice.<br/><br/>And then she had to mention dance. He loved watching other do it but he hated doing it himself. No be that lack of skill or lack of desire she'd have to wait and see of course.<br/><br/>“Of course, one...and only one dance.”<br/><br/>He chuckled a bit keeping his cool. He was good at that, a mask of what he needed to be for the person at his side. He did it for years in the service of the gods...and it was useful here. Especially for parties such as these, though honestly he hasn't been to one in a few decades. Luther wasn't really a 'party girl' so to speak. Time was better spent off alone, traveling or training.<br/><br/>“We leave when YOU want to leave. I'm only here for you.”<br/><br/>But he really hoped some ravenous ghouls or some lone monster would come out of the shadows so at least there would be a real hard fight to distract from the fact that he was wearing a suit.