You are very welcome. You look stunning, darling, happy birthday.

[ This conversation is taking place near the stage, where Midnight's installed himself for most of the night, playing various hits from Terra and having a fantastic time learning the ways of otherworldly rock. He rises from where he was sitting, guitar slung over his back, and grins at Louis, one hand in his pocket, the other around the neck of a bottle of champagne, which he presents to Louis. ]

Can't say that we'll ever run dry in a city like this, but it's nice to have a bit of liquor delivered to you, rather than having to claim it on one's own.