[Drinks are definitely the first order of business— for appearances and, Jade suspects, taking some of the edge off. Neither woman looks like they're in their element here, and even Jade herself is only pretending to be. She follows Tifa's gaze towards the stage for a moment, lingering long enough to realize what it is that must have made her look away so sharply, and she can't help but offer a sympathetic smile.]

There's going to be a lot of that, I'm afraid.

[Steel yourself, Tifa.]

I'll be right back with drinks— then we can discuss where the evening takes us from there, hm?

[Vague enough that nobody who might by some slim chance overhear will be able to make heads or tails of what she means, at least. She quickly excuses herself, leaving Tifa and Aerith to their own devices for a few short minutes before she returns with a tray of drinks— colorful-looking cocktails across the board for each of them, setting them down on the table before helping herself to a seat in the booth, as well.]

I'm assuming you're both here for the reason I think you are?