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Super Spaz 
This was getting ridiculous. He didn't need ID. He was Marco Denver. He was the ones with the tickets. So he friends couldn't watch the game. Where was Dia? Maybe she had his ID. Or she could pick it up. "Xana where is Dia?"
Xana shrugged a little.
"I know she was hoping to come, if she could. But I've hardly seen her lately, she's been so busy..." she trailed off.
"Marco, where did you last have your ID? Maybe you could summon it?" "Surely they all know the famous Marco Denver!" she muttered to Claudian.
"Besides, the ID check seems silly to me. What's to say that one of us isn't here looking like someone else, just using polyjuice? Or sneaking in undetected under an invisibility cloak or charm?" Poor Poor Marco. It seemed the security guards were going to be completely inflexible about ID check.
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Seeker_Seven Tag flipped out his wallet. "Sevens," he said airily, just for kicks. "Tagren Sevens."
Tag turned, blinking in surprise. Oh! The group who'd been holding up the line. . . it was Claudian! And that must be his wife, and. . . oh. Marco Denver. Figures. "Sluggy!," he cried, putting out a hand for the man to crush. "Fancy meeting you here! I haven't seen you since--was it that Christmas party? The one that caught fire, and you came home with a little friend?" He winked. Claudian's pinky had attracted the teeth of a small faerie from the decorative garland, one that was particularly tenacious about not letting go. Tag's eyes wandered to the woman by his side. "You must be--was it Aryanna? Thanks for the wedding invite, I was sorry to miss it."
Tag flapped a limp hand towards the third party. "Oh hey Marco. Sup."
Her attention was diverted from Marco's Crisis by a handsome, exuberant young man addressing Claudian. What was this about a --
"Little friend?" she thought. Apparently he had been at a Christmas party and taken home some floozy? Whaaaat? Her eyes narrowed as she glanced at Claudian, jealous ire raised. 'Sluggy', you got some 'splainin to do!
She smiled stiffly at Mr. Sevens as he addressed her.
"We were sorry you could not make it, Mr. Sevens. It's nice to meet you at last." She nodded politely to him, feeling completely out of sorts.
A little friend...?