For one damn thing, He was never a man for fancy business parties, let alone the idea of Racoon City Police department hosting a party to celebrate surviving another outbreak. Yet, here he was, standing in his fancy little get-up and his iconic black shades resting over his eyes. He stuck out like a sore thumb, He wanted nothing to do with his peers, yet, he clutched onto his champagne glass with desperation and tapped his foot awkwardly.

"How dreadful." he muttered.