Robert hated going to these white tie events. Sucking up to rich so and so's so that he could get a bit of money for another dig. He viewed it all as pathetic and degrading. But- it wasn't like he could make the money on his own. So there he stood. Eyes cast elsewhere, drink in his hand, as multiple 'Mr.Monopolies' stood about him. Right now- he would die for some real company.












