Set with a tortuga drink for himself, he barely gets the glass on the table before Sadie has claimed her space within his own. Not that he minds of course. He smiles to her from behind his mask, “I’m glad to hear it. I’ve been having a good time tonight. It’s just as hot as I remember, but I think I can handle it better now.” At least he thinks he has not sweat as much as he did last year.

Angling an arm over the back of the seat, he lays his hand on her shoulder. Slipping one loop from his mask, he picks up his glass to drink, and with a third of the drink already gone, he returns the mask to rest.