Dawg turns off the BlackBerry after leaving final instructions for the team on that project for a while and takes a stiff Drink of the scotch before letting out a sigh.  He had wished that he would have had a bit more warning before this blessed event so he would have had time to put things in order, but he would never pass up a chance for such an evening no matter how soon or impromptu the timing was.<br/><br/>The music played its lovely strums and the rhythm was enticing, so much so that his date took his advice and headed out to the floor before he got back.  He smiled watching Josietta in her red dress gliding around the floor, her wrap held up with the one hand as only one with proper grace and dignity would show.  Watching her he was reminded of Princess Diana when she was guest of honor for the State Dinner at the White House those years ago, he wondered if she might be wearing the same 24 Faubourg by Hermes that the Princess was so fond of. The memory of the warm floral scent of orange blossom, intertwined by warm notes of Sambac jasmine, vanilla and ambergris which evoked the most intimate aspects of feminine sensuality as he remembered.<br/><br/>Well she was busy on the floor for now so he decided to step out and see if he could steal a dance with one or maybe both of the brides while he had the chance.  Sliding out from his seat he traced over to the floor and with a sway of his hips worked across the dance floor to Silver and Marguerite,<strong>"Would the two ladies mind if I cut in with one of you or perhaps joined you in this dance?"</strong>He said with a slight dip to them both.