This was a chance that Butcher couldn’t fuck up. Access to Vought Tower in one of their black tie events is like finding a unicorn for him, and between a sea of businessmen he thankfully doesn’t stand out too much. All he needs now is to learn as much as he can, maybe have a few drinks while he’s at it, and slip away before anyone realises he doesn’t belong here.

As he leans against the bar, black eyes practically scanning the room, he notices a stranger approach. This is his chance.

“Can I buy you a drink?” Butcher asks in a gruff voice, trying his best to turn on his charm, hopefully get them to slip anything up.