<div class="floatleft">(http://i1177.photobucket.com/albums/x359/Briar_Rose_Thorne/Felicity-small.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Character name: </strong>Felicity Shaw<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Front Dance Hall - Hallway Behind the Bar<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://s1177.photobucket.com/user/Briar_Rose_Thorne/media/dress.jpg.html)<br/><strong>With:</strong>Tobias<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Felicity's arm lingered on Tobias' shoulder, her fingers brushing over the fabric with appreciation.   "The hallway will do just fine, Tobias.  I wouldn't want to take you away from the opening.  The first few minutes set the tone of the whole night, don't they?"  Her breath, her lips, stayed close to his ear, enjoying the proximity, even if she wasn't quite sure that she should.<br/><br/>Slowly, slowly enough not to draw attention or make anyone who wasn't pumped enough after the pep talk to have their mind on the night think they were discussing anything of more import than a late delivery or some equally minor tempest in a teapot.   It wasn't all that important, of course, in the scheme of things, but the last thing she wanted was to be too transparent about anything.  It ... lacked style at best.<br/><br/>The guests were filing in, and that was reason enough to put a little extra sway in her stride -- though the fact that Tobias followed was enough.  He might not look - he could be a dick like that when he wanted to be - but if he did, she enjoyed giving him, or anybody else who might be watching, a little extra something to look at.<br/><br/>When they were alone in the hallway, Felicity's eyes rose to Tobias', and she smiled ... just a little.  "I just got a call from an Officer Nash from the police department, Tobias.  It seems that one of our recent regulars thinks she was followed home from Noctune ... and her admirer has been persistent enough that she felt the need to contact the police.  Officer Nash would like to come down and speak to me, and to our other staff to see if anyone might remember seeing anyone who might be ... stalker material."<br/><br/>She paused on the last two words, her smile widening.  "I told him that we would be delighted to offer any help we could."  Her head tilted slightly to the side, as she widened her eyes.<br/><br/>"When he comes, I'll escort him around, explain things the right way ... unless, of course, you'd rather do the honors."