Luci grins, lacing their fingers together. "Come on, then."

She leads them over to an out-of-the-way couch on the upper level, away from the music and most of the groupies. She sits down, then pats her lap. "If you see a waiter, flag them, the only thing better than some Flashstep in my lap is some Flashstep in my lap with a drink in my hand."