The waitresses have wrapped ice into a thin, clean towel for Louis. Some last worried, agitated conversation, the concept of a lifetime ban introduced and graciously dismissed, before Louis takes his leave.
Winds through the tables and passing townies to return. A moment's pause, clocking Rachida and Ramiz' appearance alongside Daniel's mortals. Whatever silent communication passes between Louis and Rachida, it does not necessarily indicate approval.
"Got a whole fan section for your audience," Louis remarks, ice pack lowering as he draws up to the table. ABBA has surrendered the microphone. The harried bartender is scratching off lines on the clipboard.
Mr. Molloy insisted, is the explanation Rashida offers, unprompted. Ramiz slouches a little in his chair. Louis lets the ice pack drop to the table. Doesn't sit, no reach for his drink, or turn a questioning eye to Daniel.
First, Lestat. Standing, perhaps about to wind his way to the stage.
"They gonna call you," is a little smug. Giving himself a moment to enjoy this minor accomplishment. "Ready?"
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Winds through the tables and passing townies to return. A moment's pause, clocking Rachida and Ramiz' appearance alongside Daniel's mortals. Whatever silent communication passes between Louis and Rachida, it does not necessarily indicate approval.
"Got a whole fan section for your audience," Louis remarks, ice pack lowering as he draws up to the table. ABBA has surrendered the microphone. The harried bartender is scratching off lines on the clipboard.
Mr. Molloy insisted, is the explanation Rashida offers, unprompted. Ramiz slouches a little in his chair. Louis lets the ice pack drop to the table. Doesn't sit, no reach for his drink, or turn a questioning eye to Daniel.
First, Lestat. Standing, perhaps about to wind his way to the stage.
"They gonna call you," is a little smug. Giving himself a moment to enjoy this minor accomplishment. "Ready?"