Lloyd pulled uncomfortably at his tie, looking around at the people around him. He couldn’t help but feel self conscious and hyper-aware of his surroundings. Paranoia, superstition, anxiety, call it what you want- but he couldn’t help the feeling that something bad was going to happen.

Maybe he just needed to relax. He grabbed a drink from a passing waiter’s tray and took a sip, closing his eyes. Sheesh.