Dinner and dance

People start to migrate down, taking the elevator in packed bunches to the reception hall. You slip in with a group, and watch for an empty seat at a table. Eventually, one turns up, and you sit down at the table. It seems nobody else at the table knew the guy that was supposed to be in your place, so you do not even have to convince them that they actually DO know you.

The dinner is pleasant, if bland, and soon after the food is served, the music kicks up. Soon, everybody is out of their seat and mingling around the dance floor.