[The man in the navy blue pinstripes has done his business here, has made the deals he's needed to make, has discussed all the things he's been sent here to discuss -- although he always hates to think of it as being sent anywhere, hates to believe that that's all he is, an errand boy of some kind -- and now he'd like to enjoy the party.
The problem is, of course, that he doesn't know anyone here; nobody but the host and Richard, that is, and he can't possibly monopolize all of the host's time, and he knows Richard is eager to leave the commotion and gaiety for something more private, more sedate. He'll need to enjoy this party alone, if he intends to enjoy it at all, or he'll need to make himself some new friends quickly -- that shouldn't be a problem, he's always been good at finding ways to entertain himself.
So when Jimmy wanders into the private garden, cigarette in hand, he's not necessarily looking for anyone specific, he's simply exploring the layout of this place, taking in the beauty and the grandiosity of it, vaguely thinking that if he runs into someone, at least he can have a decent conversation.
That's when he spots her, sitting on the bench. Well. She's beautiful, of course he notices it. Maybe this is the new friend he's been looking for, the person that will help transform this party into something other than straight-ahead business. He approaches, limp a little worse than usual, exacerbated by some of the heavy lifting he's been doing on jobs lately.]
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The problem is, of course, that he doesn't know anyone here; nobody but the host and Richard, that is, and he can't possibly monopolize all of the host's time, and he knows Richard is eager to leave the commotion and gaiety for something more private, more sedate. He'll need to enjoy this party alone, if he intends to enjoy it at all, or he'll need to make himself some new friends quickly -- that shouldn't be a problem, he's always been good at finding ways to entertain himself.
So when Jimmy wanders into the private garden, cigarette in hand, he's not necessarily looking for anyone specific, he's simply exploring the layout of this place, taking in the beauty and the grandiosity of it, vaguely thinking that if he runs into someone, at least he can have a decent conversation.
That's when he spots her, sitting on the bench. Well. She's beautiful, of course he notices it. Maybe this is the new friend he's been looking for, the person that will help transform this party into something other than straight-ahead business. He approaches, limp a little worse than usual, exacerbated by some of the heavy lifting he's been doing on jobs lately.]
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