'Freddy' Let go of Tris, and slowly watched her walk towards the balcony. It was the most logical thing he supposed, anything went down, Tris would be the one to prevent anything from going terribly wrong. Now all Frederick had to do was find his own way out, and that would be more difficult than he had expected. A man came up to him, the head of catering for this event. 

"Shouldn't you be handing out some drinks boy?" The man sneered, and leant uncomfortably close to Frederick's face.

"Yes sir, sorry sir, just dealing with a fight between two guests." That was when Frederick had an idea of how to leave. 

"Maybe I should escort one out of the building? The other has head to the balcony for some fresh air." He hoped it would work, otherwise he was out of ideas.

"No, I think everything's fine now, you should just continue with [i]your job[/i]" At this he walked away, constantly glancing back at Frederick to check whether he was completing his task. Frederick spoke into the microphone in his lapel.

"I have a no-go on my exit, I should be able to find a way out in a couple of minutes, I just need time to think." He picked up the tray placed down earlier, and continued to serve drinks, all the while looking for a way to get out.

"Oh, and sorry for ruining the diversion, I just saw an opportunity I could take, won't happen again." He blushed a little, quickly dipping his head as a woman came to place an empty glass on the tray, he needed to get some more champaign.