Lumen nodded at the idea and before she knew it they'd all brought chairs to the main window to watch the fireworks. Johnny Depp had actually found some wine tucked away in an employee locker and was handing out glasses- though only pouring for Paul and Lumen. The others seemed happy enough to simply be able to clink the glasses together in a toast. Lumen figured wax people didn't exactly have the internal organs to process wine....

The rest of the evening went on in a blur of "ohhs" and "ahhs" for the fireworks, laughing at Charlie's miming, trying to guess at Depp's characters, and a few demonstrations of acrobatic tricks from Laura Croft. Elvis managed a few tunes but after about the third Marlyn shooed him to sit back down, and Ian was as sly as ever trying to hit on Lumen every chance he got. Every so often they could hear the gagged ramblings of Kanye- and Sherlock merely promised he'd be sure Kanye got back to his usual spot- though he made a point of mentioning only pre-teen boys in desperate need of a belt ever visited him in the first place.

It happened quickly, but in one swift motion all the figures stood up erect and their eyes began to glaze. "Sorry dear Lumen, but this is when we say our goodbyes." said Sherlock taking her hand in his own. Lumen knew it was silly to be sad, that she should be stronger, but she was sad just the same. She stood up and wrapped her arms around the wax man.

"Thank you for a lovely evening, I don't think we'll soon forget it." The others had bobbed their heads and waved goodbyes and were quickly making it back to their original places. Sherlock lingered a moment.

"Pleasure to meet you Paul." he extended his hand to add his formal goodbye. "You've got a ray of pure sunshine right there. Don't lose it." he grinned, finally taking his own place.

There was a deathly silence about the place now, and the only thing that could be heard was Lumen's high heeled shoes as she started tidying up. She was quiet for a moment, feeling strange, wondering if everything that had just happened was a dream. When it was all said and done and she and Paul stood at the exit, a groggy security guard explaining it was closing time, she tilted her face up to Paul "Well that was much better than the last date" she grinned, not at all intimidated by the possibility of an incoming kiss.

After a few minutes of arranging chairs, Paul found himself sitting next to Lumen with a glass of wine in his hand. He was surrounded by living wax figures and through the window they could see the fireworks display. It was far from a perfect evening, the chairs weren't the most comfortable, but it was definitely an improvement from their last experience together. "To a new day, fresh beginning, and dreams coming true." Paul toasted with a smile before everyone clinked their glasses together and the two flesh and blood individuals took a sip of their wine.

Without Kanye to disrupt the proceedings the rest of the evening/night passed by quite nicely. Paul drank just enough of the wine to feel a slight warmth radiating from his stomach outward though not enough to actually be overly intoxicated. They were going to be taking another cab back home so why shouldn't he get the slightest bit tipsy?

Without warning the evening was swiftly brought to an end. The one minute warning had begun and the goodbyes were short as their new friends headed back to their station.

"Pleasure to meet you Paul. You've got a ray of pure sunshine there. Don't lose it." Sherlock offered his one final word of wisdom with a handshake and a grin before heading back to take his own place in the display.

"I do, don't I." Paul replied with a smile as he turned to look at the blond that had already begun straightening up the room. It was strange but right here, at this moment, he was able to look at a woman without comparing her to Ashley. Lumen was important to him and, while it was still to early to tell if there might be something special between the two of them, he was interested in seeing where things led.

Slipping an arm around her waist, the two strolled out the exit, past the security guard that still looked half asleep. "That was better... I'll have to shoot for the stars to try and top that one." He responded with his own grin before lowering his head for a gentle kiss. It wasn't demanding or probing it was just affectionate and caring. Sherlock's comment had helped him remember that even with the possibility of future pain the chance of love was worth it. It would be best to take his time and just see where this might lead. "So... ready to head home?" He asked quietly when he pulled away from the kiss, "We've had an eventful evening."