Percy knew that Christmas party were good for morale, but there were still too many people from older administration and the clash was obvious to him, or maybe he was becoming even more cynical than usual. Christmas had a way of annoying him until he say the worse in everything.
He walked around, nodding to people, trying to keep all the discussions as short as possible, until he reached the table with the drinks. He picked a glass of wine, knowing that he wouldn't be able to drink as much as these parties made him want to. Instead, he started walking again until he saw a friendly face. "Oliver, how are you?" he asked, feeling already better. Talking to Oliver would ensure that he wouldn't have to deal with other people.