-Morgan, dancing where angels fear to tread-<br/><br/>Looking at Ingrid he gave a faux hurt expression that quickly turned into one of pity. "Contrary to what you think, Scat is not a medium I work in. Though, your current work, one might think..."<br/><br/>His voice dripped with thick false honey as he let the words hang. Pity apparent on each word in the mock sadness that he displayed. He, however, had a survival instinct, so when Aline locked stepped them to the back he did nothing to escape the iron vice that was Aline's hand. Really, what the fuck was Aline doing that she had a grip like that?<br/><br/>"Now that we have said hello and had our customary insults, I promise to play nice if you do, hell, I was even planing to not drink for the rest of the auction if you can curtail your she-bitch ways  or until you get your petite ass back upstairs to your battery collection boyfriends. I didn't mean to get this drunk tonight, but since I came in late it kinda happened. Get under the lens if you want to see something different."<br/><br/>The irate woman sobered him far more than a dunk in a cold shower or Aline's foot, well, Aline's foot was a close second to be honest.  He was being truthful  however, getting hammered with two women who wanted to possibly kill him was not the wisest of choices, and even in his state he knew that much.<br/><br/>"I sat in the back and was happily recounting earlier in the day before Aline decided that I should be awake for the rest of the festivities. Now I had planned on being quiet, but I know you will not be able to shut your mouth for the rest of the evening."<br/><br/>Something in Morgan's eyes either portrayed a Charles Manson madness, or a moment of brilliance waiting to be let loose. He paused for a moment and then shook his head. He let Aline lead them to the waiting area and he punched the button on the elevator doors, not saying anything until they opened. He shook off the amazon death grip and stepped to the elevator, he turned and looked to both women.<br/><br/>"On second thought, I will save you the chance to fuck up Aline's plans, and this way she cannot blame it on me, I did wear pants after all. I will happily take my ass back to my cave and call it a night, I just figured that it would be a wise idea to make an appearance." he looked to ingrid as the doors began to close. "bring your best next time Ingrid, snippy comments from a just above Mall grade Photog just don't have the weight."<br/><br/>With that, Elvis did indeed leave the basement.