open to: all location: the cloisters
It was clear, if you knew him well, that this was not a place that Clark enjoyed being. However, socialising with people like this could lead to business, and a lot of it. You introduce yourself, hand people your card, and hopefully the calls would come rolling in. Still he found himself having to take a step away from the hustle and bustle, lighting up a cigarette (which he had sworn he'd stopped doing for the 100th time now) and breathed a small sigh of relief for being away from the crowd. Though it seemed he wasn't the only one that had that idea, "Needed a breather?" He asked the person approaching, a friendly smile on their face. "All I can offer is promise of no political talk and a cigarette, but that seems like a pretty good deal to me."













