You find an empty table at the edge of the room and sit where the light does not quite reach. You do not dare the drinks table, do not dare the rooms deeper in the house. You watch instead. People move differently in places like this. Looser. Conversations overlap and dissolve without consequence. You take it in without stepping into it, and you hate how automatically you sort them, who is performing, who is frightened, who is already three drinks past caution. Noticing everything is exactly the habit you came here to escape, and it will not let you go. "You look like you're casing the place." The voice arrives before the person. She stands just inside your space, a drink in each hand, her smile already deciding you are worth the effort. There is something rehearsed in it, the warmth of someone who wants something and has not said what yet. You recognise it because you wear it for a living. "Observing," you say. "Same thing, usually." She tilts her head. "Come play something. It'll be more fun than sitting here pretending you're invisible." She lifts one of the glasses an inch, an offer and a dare in the same motion. You look at the glass longer than you mean to. [[Cybercrime/The_Phisherman/Play individual game|Let her pull you aside]] --- [[Cybercrime/The_Phisherman/Stay On The Edge|Decline and stay at the wall]]