[Numbers almost jumps out of his seat when a stranger gently taps him on the shoulder. His instinct is to whip around and be ready to throw down--which only goes to show how keyed up he is right now. Upon realizing his own overreaction, Numbers clears his throat, setting down his glass on a nearby side table and smoothing out his jacket.

Normally, he's not one to follow strangers out into the cold, where he could potentially be ambushed, but god, he could really use a cigarette right now. And, besides, being ambushed would be way more exciting than whatever the hell is going on at this party.]

Let's.

[After a brief pause, he gives the man a practiced smile that doesn't reach his eyes. He gestures for his new companion to lead the way.]

And just when the conversation was starting to get interesting. Do you find yourself at these kinds of parties often?