Tom was running late, literally. His job and the game were farther apart then he was used to traveling, even for a private thing, when he realized he was not making good time, he began to jog. By the time he arrived at the party his hair was a mess, his face flush, and there was a shine on his brow. But he was not out of breath, and he called no attention to it. He simply gave a smile as he looked around.<br/><br/>"Evening folks, how many more we waiting on?"