Of the few times she’s pried herself from her date’s side this evening, all had been to powder her nose in the bathroom. It’s only fitting that she’d run into him on her way back, still tonguing her numbed gums as she weaves her way through the tables. 

Ludo slows to a stop as she takes in his appearance, a smirk settled on her face by the time she meets his eyes. Her gaze flickers briefly over his head to search for Lonnie, but she’s already striding over to where Ismael is sitting— it would only take a few minutes to rub it in.

“Don’t you look handsome?” she purrs, helping herself to the seat beside him. Close, but not too close. Ludo crosses her legs and holds up her empty glass for him to see. “Buy me a drink?”