Drink in hand, Eric wandered the main room.  He mingled casually, noting a few prospects in the glass fronted booths.  He kept their names in mind for later exploration.  For the moment, mingling and seeing who his fellow patrons were sounded interesting.  Afterall, one shouldn't rush overly quickly into simple pleasures.  Not when one could seek more . . . lasting . . . enjoyments.  Perhaps even, he thought as he spotted one particular businesswoman in the small crowd, someone to share later pleasures with.  Smiling, he approached the woman [Laura].  A vague suspicion that he ought to know her came to mind.  His brother certainly would.  There were few business types in the city that Mark didn't know.