"Well, Mister Sturgis," Octavia said, eyebrow raised as she smirked broadly, "I would ordinarily demand a dance as a form of repentance for such careless behavior, but I've a feeling it may result in catastrophe."
She eyed the man in front of her with keen interest. In addition to the unfortunate dosing of alcoholic beverages, he was exceedingly courteous and very well-mannered, all things that she approved of. And since she had neither the patience nor the will to deal with Gabriel or Kirby, there was certainly nothing wrong if she decided to bestow attentions on the man whom she'd just bumped (quite literally) into, was there not?
"Did you happen to escort someone here tonight?" Octavia asked keenly, leaning in closer over the top of their clasped hands. "Because if so, I imagine she," well, she certainly hoped "she" was the proper pronoun (or else this would be a bit of a waste), but scandalous things happened quite frequently at such events, "is probably concerned with the location of your whereabouts."
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