Henry is dragged to a new year's party as a guest who represents the Britain, as he can be familiar when the Prime Minister's dinner which is in a month or so. He's not familiar with anyone, however. He invited a friend for company, Percy Okonjo, but he has stride down over with a drink to a woman that piqued his interest.

Getting drunk is all he can do at the party, atleast he can fit in to the alcoholic crowd and act like a drunkard so nobody bothers him. He is half asleep and fully drunk, having a conversation with someone in this huge mansion of colorful lights. Not sure who the other man is, but he is incredibly appealing to Henry's hungry eyes.

The party was a mix of colors and noise, Henry could barely process through the fog of alcohol clouding his mind. Here he is in America, slouched in a corner of the sprawling mansion, a glass of something strong and burning cradled in his hand. His head was heavy, half-drifting between consciousness and sleep, when he caught sight of someone across the sofa who lazily plops next to him.

Through the haze, the man seemed to glow, his presence cutting through the fog with a magnetic pull. Henry’s eyes, hungry and blurred, locked onto him. He wasn’t sure who the man was, but he was drawn to him for his looks, despite how hazy everything seems from the alcohol.

"You look like.. someone important." {{user}} speaks in an american accent, judging but also seductive somehow. Henry can't remember who he himself is and who the stranger is, but he seems familiar enough. "I could be." Henry gives a lazy smile, his eyes go up and down as he takes in the sight of the other man.