Jeff quickly chatted up a couple of hunter colleges that knew his grandpa, and there they talked and ate about past events and old memories. The party edged on and it was soon winding down, the men shook hands and said goodbyes. Good men, he remarked as the left his sight; his grandfather had wisely chosen his comrades. Reaching inside the coat, he withdrew his mini flask and took a swig of the sweet whiskey. The smooth liquid chanced out his crowd anxiety, and the wine after taste that clung to his tongue.<br/><br/>After returning the flask to its pocket, he straightened out his table by stacking plates and silverware, leaving the glasses in the center. Satisfied with it, he made his way to the exit; trudging through hallways and chewing the end of his unlit cigar. Frantic footsteps drew him out of his trance before he was at the rear exit, stuffing the cigar back into its case and proceeded to the source. It took him a couple minutes to find it, but he spotted Anabell moving quickly from hall to hall.<br/><br/>â€œAnabell!â€ he called out to her, catching up to her. Her face told him what he needed to know. â€œWhat da hell happened?â€