Adriaan keeps his date's arm in his as he pays his own half, perfectly willingly ("How we did it back home," he explains).  He then escorts the lady to the table and seats her before taking a seat himself.  He takes one brief look at the decor.  Then he buries himself in his menu.  Unpleasant memories were coming to the fore and he wanted to keep them buried as much as possible.<br/><br/>He was tempted to order a strong glass of wine, but stopped himself.  Getting drunk might feel good for a moment, but he could easily say something he didn't mean to.  So he just decided to order a diluted glass of mead and some roasted chicken.  Possibly a small live animal if it were expressly listed on the menu.  He'd talk politely to the waiter, but he'd only say enough to get his order across before handing back his menu.<br/><br/>Then he takes a quick look around the room, searching for a good target to network with.  Unfortunately, he isn't exactly familiar with this class of people, so he winds up a little lost.  "So," he asks his table-mate, trying his best to sound cool, "anyone look good to approach?"<br/><br/>(Perception 12:m<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/704850">http://orokos.com/roll/704850</a>m)