The Quad City DJs are playing for the fifth time tonight, at least. Hamsi's not sure of the exact number, having previously been busy with murder games-ing. Now that murderin's no longer in the cards, she's onto her second favorite activity: making Mason's life more difficult.

Now that he's landed gentry, that should be even easier.

She finds him on the edge of the dance floor, hurries toward him, skirt bouncing, and dips into a deep curtsy just feet short of crashing into him. "Milord!"