Santiago noticed that the tense moment poofed into nothing more, but she couldn't shake away the tension... or maybe it was just frustration. For some seconds, she almost thought that this party was going to become something else, something where she would have felt more appropriate. She rubbed her forehead, then looked for that silly looking butler, who seemd unable to stay on the same spot for more than a second. She finally caught him following an unsuspecting guest with a plate of cookies.
Santiago: Excuse me, good man... do you think you could get me a tequila? Make it a cretan one, and and you'll have my everlasting gratitude.