The Two
They had been circling the room opposite each other, briefly caught up in conversations with acquaintances they knew through friends of friends. The night ended quickly when one of the gala's patrons had imbibed just enough of his favorite bourbon and ended up wearing the punch bowl. Luckily he had laughed it off and headed for the door, followed closely by a few others which instigated a mass migration toward the door and their cars. The two individuals that never stood in one spot for long were the only two left, both standing on the stone steps just outside the front door of the museum. With a glance and a nod they retreated into the museum, locking the doors behind them.