@atthemercycf
Simon hated social events. He didn’t enjoy making small talk with people, didn’t like eating those annoyingly small finger foods, didn’t like how he always felt so drained afterward.
Unfortunately, it often came as part of the job.
He’d started the evening with Mercy perched on his arm, but she could talk to people better, whereas Simon...well...preferred not to. He’d let her give drinks to the hosts wife and get her as tipsy or drunk as she needed to get the info they needed. Meanwhile, he kept an eye on the various security cameras strung up in the banquet hall, counted the number of entrances and exists and windows, even using his feet to measure the size of the room they were in. No detail could be too small if someone were to slip in unnoticed, steal a few gems, and then disappear back into the night. As the night continued on, Simon sought out Mercy once more, with a flute of champagne in hand.
“Hello, dear,” He said through a forced smile. “Have any fun so far this evening?”
