"I'll go check this place out, we'll meet up here in a bit I guess?" she said. With that, Vanessa turned and walked away, leaving Genesis standing awkwardly alone in the mass of patrons.
"I, uhm..." he started, then inwardly winced as he realized that both women had disappeared into the crowd. Now what? Did they really need directions to the security room? He was sure it would be obvious when they saw it, they merely needed to reach the third floor and they could begin. Instead they had to disappear and leave him in the swarm of drunken-- his thoughts were interrupted as someone laid a hand on his shoulder. He flinched.
"Hey there... Why so blue?"
Snapping around to stare at the person who'd touched his shoulder, Genesis shook his head, ignoring the comment.
A woman stood behind him, smiling - her lips stained a light, overly glossy pink. She was scantily clad despite the floor-length dress she wore. She was, he supposed, somewhat attractive by human standards, but she wore too much makeup and faux eyelashes made her eyes too dark. She smiled wider. She smelled of liquor.
"Your girl just ditch you? I saw you with those two. They jealous of each other?"
Genesis blinked.
"I'm not the jealous type." She stepped forward and fingered his tie before straightening it out.
Taking a step back, Genesis arched an incredulous eyebrow at the woman. She was too close and he was uncomfortable, nearing a panicked dash... Though he knew it might draw -more- unwanted attention.
"You seem tense. Have a drink with me?"
Flicking his eyes wildly around he hoped to find one of his teammates to rescue him. No such luck.
"Strong silent type, hm?"
"No." He said, sounding perhaps more upset than he'd intended. "I'm here on business."
"Oh? Well, I like a businessman." She stepped forward and he again stepped back.
She was leaning in to him again when he finally caught sight of Acacia and darted toward her, sliding between people here and there to escape the drunken girl. When he caught up to her Vanessa had joined them and was listening as Acacia read off a room number.
"Yes, I can send a message up."
His voice was shaking slightly and he frowned at the napkin in Acacia's hand, noting the lipstick print. "What is wrong with these people?!" He shook his head then started back toward the elevators.
"Let's go. And don't leave me alone down here again. I stand out too much or - or something." He stalked off toward the landing and jammed his thumb onto the 'up' button.