Jonathan's presence at the party, to him at least was not only unnecessary, it was absolutely unusual. His mind towards this concept could easily be seen not only by his attire, but likewise by the smell of the man once entering into the generous accommodation that Frank afforded. His white button up was wrinkled to a degree, un-tucked from likewise poorly kept jeans that hung down to his legs. His belt was perhaps a notch or two loose, although by his thin waist line it didn't seem necessary. Finally there was the scent of cheap, illegal whiskey inking from the young man, a large shit eating grin on his face from the moment he set foot.<br/><br/>He was happy as could be for two reasons. First, if he was going to attend a 'respectable' party then he was going to go above and beyond the necessary once there to be respectable. This was made several degrees easier by the fact that he was already riding a light buzz. He bowed low to the serving man with each course, and smiled like a dumb child before tucking a napkin into his collar.<br/><br/>He raised his small flask of whiskey high for the toast, making sure to spike it within his sparkling water just after Frank's words were finished. "Pretty place you got here Franky" John noted while glancing up into the vaulted ceilings of his dining room. "Imagine it's got a large basement too", raising an eyebrow with a knowing grin. "Ya know, if you ever thought to go into business of your own" fully drinking from the metal container in his hand this time.