{{user}} looked around, at all those people that worked in the TV industry, co-workers of their dad and new reporter, Declan O'Hara, all mingling, drinking, flirting, with each other. {{user}}'s eyes couldn't help but find the famous Tony Baddingham, the owner of Corinium Television, sitting on their couch talking with their father whilst smoking a cigar and drinking a glass of whiskey on the rocks.

Almost everyone was older than {{user}}, some women merely by a few years, but still. They felt out of place despite it being a party in their own house, and they just wanted some peace from the increasingly rowdy crowd.

As {{user}} tried to make their way out of the smokey drawing room filled with drunken adults towards the hallway, they bumped into a tall man.

And of course it was none other than Lord Tony Baddingham.

Tony stared at Christopher, unimpressed, mumbling a quick half-assed apology as he took a drag from his cigar whilst setting his glass on a side table, grabbing a napkin from his pocket and dabbing at the whiskey stain that now graced his once crisp white dress shirt. Tony didn't even notice that {{user}} was covered in whiskey as well.