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“Yeah well maybe we have different definitions of a scratch.” Woman sighed gaze shifting to look off as hand comes to rest on her hip, “Does it really matter? You going to patch me up or are you going to keep chastising me.”

The party had already gone on longer than Tony would have liked--which was saying something. Once upon a time, he’d have loved a party that went well into the night--or rather, he would have pretended to like it and drank enough to convince even himself that it had been fun. But now he was sober. And this wasn’t that type of party. 

Tony tugged at the his tie, turning toward the bar-- “Just a water, thanks”--so at least he could hide his face long enough to rest his jaw from the ridiculous smile he’d been wearing all night long. These events were always the same: smile, shake hands, schmooze, repeat. But it was worth it; the cause he was talking people into donating to was worth it. He only hoped it would be over soon.