<br/>(https://www.irreverentgent.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/How-to-Look-More-Handsome-intro-279x300.jpg)<br/><br/>Chris twinged slightly in the elevator full of people as a knee-jerk reaction to the sudden pinching of his cheeks, smirking and glaring over at his wife, who was hiding her laughter with a tight smile.  As they exited and got their bearings, Sofia rushed over to say Hi, causing Chris to roll his eyes.  He loved her, but she was a bit over bearing at times, and some times he was even jealous of the amount of time she spent with his wife, weather it was at happy hour, or shopping at the mall.  She was harmless, super cute, so he didn't mind her around most of the time.  But tonight was different.  Chris was supposed to enjoy the night with his wife, with no interruptions or change of plans.  With Sofia in the mix, anything was possible.<br/><br/><strong>"Sure Thing!"</strong>Chris quipped as Sofia asked them both to save a dance before she made a beeline towards other guest that were arriving.<br/>Left gathering their bearings, Chris spotted one of several make-shift bars in the ballroom with only one or two people in line.  He grabbed Charlie's hand, he guided her towards it so they could finally enjoy a drink, but got stopped half way to it by one of Chris' fellow agents, Ben.  He was probably twice their age, salt and pepper gray, slightly heavy set, but super polite. He introduced his wife, and they made small talk for a few minutes before parting ways.  Finally to the bar, Chris ordered himself a rum & coke, and allowed Charlie to order her own drink.   He put a few singles in the jar to show generosity to the bartender, bobbing his head to the band that was playing covers of some current and older top-40 tracks.  Once the drinks arrived, Chris handed it to his wife.<br/><br/><strong>"Toast to us babe, , to a fun and unforgettable night, with lots of drinks and no regrets..And lots of sex tonight when we get home" </strong>he added with a chuckle, clanking his glass gently against her's and taking a long savoring swallow.<em>Perfect, not too strong but can definitely taste the rum</em>he thought to himself.  The dance floor had only a handful of guests on it, and the night was still young.  Chris looked at his watch, as the lights slowly grew brighter, the music softened to silence and the murmur of the guest was quickly hushed as Anthony Brockard, the CEO took the stage to give his brief, but heart felt welcome speech.  It was followed by a toast of his own, a loud applause, but cause once the welcome speech was over, people cut loose, drank like fish, and partied like they did in college.<br/><br/>Chris watched the CEO head offstage and make his way to the men's room.  Perfect chance for Chris to reacquaint himself with Mr. Brockard, and pitch him his idea. He quickly chugged the remainder of his drink.<strong>"Babe, hate to ditch you but i'll be back in 5, gotta pee and see if I can chat with Mr. Borckard real quick." </strong>He planted a soft kiss on her lips, tasting of rum and made a bolt for the Men's room as the lights came back down low and the band started jamming again.