Looking across at Dru and Jasper, Lindsey McDonald whispers quietly into Faith's ear. Slowly, a mischevious grin spreads across her face, and she nods vigorously as he leans back into his chair. He downs the rest of his drink, gets up, and makes his way sneakily across the room to the Manilow table.
Sidling up behind Dru, oblivious in her karaoke induced euphoria, Lindsey "accidentally" nudges her off the table with that damned evil hand. Totally not his fault.
As the rest of the guests clamour around her to make sure she's ok, Lindsey leans over to Jasper.
"So... second choice, huh? That must be so embarrasing. How about you come over to the top table and join the real party, eh? No-one will doubt your popularity over here."
Ignoring the screech of "LINDSEY!!!" coming from the middle of the small knot of people, Lindsey escorts Jasper back across the room.