Music began to swirl from the walls of the grand hall like a dream. Faust sat up, looking around. There were no musicians or instruments. Just a soft melody surrounding everyone in the hall.
This is Baroque, but I can't remember which one… Mozart?
"Oh, I like this," Faust said, humming along to the music.
"I just know this is someone's schema," Nirvana added. She was still soft and cool. No sign of anger in her demeanor. She grabbed two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter and gave him one.
"Come on drink," Nirvana said jovially. She draped a hand around his shoulders and stared into his eyes. "We have ten hours before we have to jump back into hell."
Diego approached him after talking to some people. Nirvana barely spared him a glance, leaning against Faust. Old Dog rustled his hair affectionately.
"You're quite the golden goose," Diego grunted. "You keep shitting out golden eggs."
