It had been another day of schmoozing and boozing for Raymond. Despite having been elected with a record majority, there was no resting on your laurels and he was a busy man, and busy men liked to do business with glass in hand. Thankfully he had a rest day from the media, so he could afford to let loose and as he watched the last of today’s engagements walking out of the club, he let his shoulders slump and rested back into the leather of the booth they had been vacating. Glancing around the swanky bar, he let his eyes linger on some people wondering what had them here.
Minutes passed and he grew bored, so with stiff legs he pushed himself from his seat and moved to the bar, ordering himself another drink. “Rum please,” he muttered, hoping to God no one would recognise him needing a break. Unfortunately he felt the burning of someone staring and he turned with an exasperated sigh. “Can I help you?”