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[color=87CEEB]"God, I hope it's an open bar."[/color] 

The mutter was lost in the commotion after the twins finished speaking, the man unimpressed with the showmanship. There was little about the speech that really grabbed his attention, and if he was being honest, the only thing that really occupied him was trying to resist the urge to run back to his room to grab a cigarette. Now was as good a time as ever to kick the habit, especially since quitting it cold turkey was his usual way of approaching things. But the longer he lingered, the stronger the urge grew. Figures as much; being surrounded by a surplus of hoity-toity people and a slight worry about Buddy being looked after by strangers did wonders to his nerves. 

He should have brought him along, but the long trip seemed to have taken a lot of Buddy's energy. Truthfully, Ray was feeling the travel fatigue as well, but seeing as the gathering was for [I]Fragmented[/I], it was hard to excuse himself to avoid mingling. The estate itself was lovely and he was dying for a chance to take Buddy for a walk to explore the place. The fresh air would probably rid him of some of the jet leg, but for now, getting buzzed was the easiest way to just forget everything and enjoy himself.

Ignoring a majority of the party goers and taking care not to run into anyone, Ray's fingers rapidly tapped the counter as he got to the bar, waving the bartender down as he approached a woman with her drink. [color=87CEEB]"Whiskey, neat,"[/color] He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he tried to control his hand. He should have gotten more nicotine packs.
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