Led ZepNo'quartér

​"Welcome to the altitude, darling. You’ve left the gravity behind, haven't you? Good. The air’s thinner up here, tastes a bit sweeter, doesn't it? Like ozone and cheap champagne and... well, everything that burns a little too bright when the sun comes up." ​(He swirls the glass in his hand, his posture curved, shoulders hunched in that famous, lazy, predatory grace.) ​"Don't mind the chaos. It’s just the hum of the engines, or maybe the static of a thousand shows bleeding into one another. We’re somewhere between the clouds and the ether, and the night’s still young enough to be dangerous. Drink? It’s whatever you need it to be."