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It was all a blur of action, others swarming over to check on the situation, his staff member returning with cleaning supplies, her face the very picture of determination as she ducked down and tried to make quick work on the mess before losing the contents of her own stomach. It was impressive, he could almost see the mantra going through her head of "be professional, hold it together, don't breathe through your nose" as she wiped and sprayed. Alexandrea was there, the woman he recognised due to her regular appearance at her shop and from their brief correspondence, not hard to put the two together. Along with her came Kira, another repeat party attendee who he had decided he could happy develop a soft spot for because she seemed somewhat sweet and yet capable of fun, of cheekiness. He liked that, she could be someone he enjoyed knowing. They were fluttering about, hovering with concern near Elizabeth as she apologised and excused herself, Lincoln sparing her a sympathetic and forgiving look as she went. He wasn't surprised it had happened, to whom it had happened had him raising his eyebrows but he wasn't going to get mad about it. As the woman in green fled, the one who had received the impressively projectile contents of her stomach all over him returned, looking remarkably presentable considering the situation.

Linc watched patiently as the others interacted and when Alexandrea introduced him he gave her a warm smile, lifting a hand in casual greeting to the Doctor. "I would say it's a pleasure to meet you, Doctor Nilson, but that doesn't seem entirely appropriate considering." He watched with confusion as the man patted himself down, offering to pay for clean up, Lincoln shaking his head when he finally had the man's attention returned to him. "I wouldn't be a smart businessman if I didn't understand the concept of insurance and liability. It's fine, nothing a good mopping couldn't handle, if anyone could do with an I.O.U it's probably Elizabeth. Maybe not an I.O.U a beer though." This was accompanied by a shrug, the smile that lifted more on one side than the other, giving him a look that was borderline smirking. His deep laugh and the way it lit up his eyes said otherwise. It was genuine, a shame the slight nerve damage and soft pull of the scar at his cheek seemed determined to thwart his best efforts to reassure the man he wasn't bothered by it, only with concern for his guest who had been ill. The cold weather always made it difficult for him, old injuries making themselves known, the young sorcerer having a few tricks up his sleeve to make them bearable but they were older than his abilities.

He had to laugh at the empty promise of no more drinking, his head shaking as he turned to watch Alexandrea react, her face slipping into a mask of disapproving stoniness, quick with her efforts to deny she knew him though they had been introduced by her only moments before. "We can pretend you don't, shame this party doesn't have masks you could hide behind like the last. Hey..." He had glanced up at the room around them, peering over Alexandrea's head and spotting Liz emerging with uncertainty from the bathroom. "She's a brave one, I'm glad to see it." He'd had enough messy nights in his time to understand what it was to do that walk of shame, though his was usually the next day, with a fuzzy head and flashes of memory delivered in the form of teasing whispers from Kingsley.

Doc smirked crookedly as Mr. King said quite plaining it wasn’t a pleasure meeting him, and he needn’t worry about the mess. He was quite used to being treated as a pariah. His reputation tended to precede him, and people tended to get preconceived ideas based on rumors of his reputation. Giving Mr. King an acquiescing amused nod at his brutal comment, he was about to reply, when King drew his attention to Elizabeth. She had emerged from the ladies room and did not make her way back to the bar.

Straightening, he tugged his tee shirt in order to smooth the wrinkles out of it. If Elizabeth wouldn’t come to him, he would go to her. Then as if the stars were aligned just for him, a bawdy Mrs. Claus accosted her. He couldn’t tell what the ruckus was over, just that, there might soon be a catfight.

Still feeling quite jovial from the alcohol, Doc held up a hand and said in his best hero voice, “Alas .. yon damsel is in distress..” Giving Alexandrea a wicked wink, and quick nod to Kira and King, eh added “.. Tis time for the hero to reappear and save the damsel in that ugly dress!” He smirked, and leaned toward Alexandrea, “Get it? Save the damsel in distress.. Or the damsel in that ugly dress?” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he half snorted and half laughed, “Good god that was lame.. I should not drink. But, by that as it may.. Off to save her I go..” He bowed with a flourish, then strode toward Elizabeth’s table.

He was halfway across the floor, when he saw Elizabeth flick something and then take the woman’s phone from her. Doc had reached the table as Elizabeth chucked the cell back toward the ‘wench’. Her use of the word amused him all the more, as he followed her. “Lady Elizabeth.. You wound me deeply. Here I came to save you from the,” he glanced back at the woman, “Bawdy wench.. When you extricated yourself without aid. That is completely unfair.” He paused, then added, “You were going to leave.. Without a word?” He gave her a disappointed look.