J-S was immediately overwhelmed walking through the house, despite being raised in an upper class home. His family didn't have money like this, this was what his father dreamed of. Heading into the library, he almost wanted to apologize for interrupting as he looked at the small crowd, looking awkward and confused.
"I...I like rum...or scotch..." J-S offered, looking over at him, wishing they were alone. "It was about wages and...something else."