#jaymacavoy

Small talk. Every damn party was filled with it. For the most part Elena didn’t mind. Loved it, in fact. This wasn’t just small talk. It was the biggest form of torture. A boring individual, droning on and on about a business idea. Not one the brunette even considered herself a part of. She’d simply gotten unlucky and while others had made their excuses and left, here she was, stuck. “Right. I’m sure that’ll work out. You should get a fresh glass to toast it.”

Being weak wasn't a wise move in Diego's line of business and his first reason for appearing at the mayor's party was so that anyone that knew he was at Bacha-Lacha would see he was still standing. Considering it was one of his people inside that room, he took the interruption personally and wasn't about to look like he was hiding and he wasn't going to let anyone think he was scared. He wasn't entirely sure who may be watching, but it was for the best to assume someone always was and that they didn't have his best intentions at heart. Some of the faces were stranger to him, but some he recognized as both friend and foe. Jason fell somewhere between those two extremes, and acquaintance and an ally from their few interactions. "I haven't seen your bosses. They send you alone?" Diego asked as he slipped up quietly behind the other.