(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/35/2c/0f/352c0f596cf4bc437fbb7f71efc4991f.jpg)<br/><br/>Nathan was honestly having fun, he had already met a number of what was considered the New York elite and persuaded a couple of probably too drunk and too bored men to give sky diving a try. They would probably back out of it somehow when sober but for now it had been worth it to see how pale their wives had gotten at the idea when they had suggest they come along.<br/><br/>Looking around the room he spotted Mr Baxter standing with the auctioneer having a private conversation, there would be time to meet Mr Baxter later he decided before he was ambushed by a few of the professional girls that had come "I'm sorry ladies" he apologised as he finally convinced them that he wasn't really interested, his British accent had only seemed to make them more eager though and he found himself having to escape to the other side of the room.<br/><br/>Finding himself near the bar he placed his now empty Champaign glass down and ordered a scotch which the young man promptly made. He turned to see who else was at the bar and then smiled as he noticed a young lady who had been smiling if not a little reluctantly at a short potbellied man a few meters away "I wouldn't pay him any mind" he said with a small smile "That's Ben Ward, he's married and will more than likely regret most of his decisions by morning" he took a sip of his scotch..... It was aged well, 30, 40 years? Either way it tasted excellent "have you found anything in the auction you particularly want?" He pointed to the tables loaded with prizes "I'm liking the look of that authentic Japanese dining set myself"