“Absolutely riveting story.” Jackson says with an easy smile, no sarcasm in his voice, mind effectively keeping it at bay where no one could hear it except himself. Why did he bother with these events again? Oh right, image. It makes him want to rub his temples.
From the ballroom the event is held in, the tables, the array of food and drink, the clothes....it’s all expensive, decadent, expensive. But he’d be willing to bed most of the laughter is fake, the smiles are fake, the hand on the arm....it’s fake. It gets awfully tiring some of these to keep up such a front but well, such is business isn’t it.
“Please excuse me, there’s another drink calling me name.”
He is indeed going to the refreshment table for another drink but it’s less a desire for one and more of a need to escape boring schmoozing.
“Don’t they get tired of all the monotonous drivel?”
He both doesn’t realize the words have left his mouth, nor the woman beside him for a moment, until his head snaps to the less and he smiles apologetically. “Ah, sorry, pay me no mind.”