The moment they come to an agreement, the senior wait staff come alive in a flurry of economic, professional movement; the Overlord's table is checked and neatened to perfection, one of the more notable women bring a bottle of something the color of tar, black and glistening and absolutely complimentary.
Further into the room, they help patrons to their feet, righting their tables and un-ruffling feathers every which way. Another touch of damage control, now the red alert is no more. Finally, people are moving towards the bar, or placing their free drink orders.
"Now, if there's anything at all I can do to further enhance your evening, Milord, don't hesitate to ask for me." Excusing himself with a smile, Lorne hurries on over to check on his staff, new and not so new.
"Everyone all right? No one's hurt, pride or otherwise?"
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Date: 2009-01-04 08:02 pm (UTC)Further into the room, they help patrons to their feet, righting their tables and un-ruffling feathers every which way. Another touch of damage control, now the red alert is no more. Finally, people are moving towards the bar, or placing their free drink orders.
"Now, if there's anything at all I can do to further enhance your evening, Milord, don't hesitate to ask for me." Excusing himself with a smile, Lorne hurries on over to check on his staff, new and not so new.
"Everyone all right? No one's hurt, pride or otherwise?"