<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img540/4059/b7514d.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Nicola Livia Douglas,</span><em>Shey's Client</em><br/>2519, present evening<br/>Tagging - Sheydran Corsei<br/>Wearing - This dress (http://imageshack.com/a/img673/8895/11e726.jpg).<br/>Location - Entering Mason Kincaid's Home (Party/Poker Tournament)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Nicola took Shey's information on board, not volunteering any relationship information beyond what she'd already told her - that she was currently unattached. If she saw any potential difficulties in attending the party with Shey, then she didn't speak of them. Given the young woman's mood, it seemed more that they weren't a concern for her. Aside from some nervousness, she appeared quite at ease. She was interested in learning about Shey and attending the party with her.<br/><br/>"I shouldn't have expected anything less, that you could lead and follow with the dance. Companions learn at a training house, don't they?" Nicola and Shey passed through the gunscanner without incident (OOC: Unless Shey has weapons on her?), and as they moved toward the door, Shey would've seen Babs slink around the side of the house and disappear into the shadows. Nicola seemed not to notice, climbing the stairs that led up into Mason Kincaid's home.<br/><br/>"I'm impressed that you can, dance with such diplomacy. I was trained by a dance instructor from Londinium, back when I was a teenager. He was a marvellous dancer. My father wouldn't stand for us not knowing how to dance well, but not everything turned out as he envisioned, you might say. Yes, drinks are a great idea." Now that they were in the entrance hall of Mason's home, Nicola summoned over a waiter with a tray of drinks, giving him a teasing grin. She singled out a glass of chardonnay and let Shey decide whether she wished a drink, and if so, what type.<br/>