Miranda approached slowly. So there<em>was</em>a regular bartender, if on a par for weirdness with almost everything so far, and the girl with the gothic wings would be just waitressing in the ballroom. Their paths crossed at the door, but the doorway was so wide that their dresses didn't even brush against one another.<br/><br/>'A glass of champagne, please, when you're free?' she asked. She had already decided she would stick to bubbly for the evening. Nothing stronger, and mixing would be a bad idea.