Eric and Open
The handler moved about the place with ease; that smile of his never waning as he paused to chat with the folks around. Still after an hour he finally moved to the buffet, pausing there to carefully inspect the selection before adding a few choice items to his plate. In truth he was starving, having waited till most of the others helped themselves before finally taking a moment to get some food for himself.
With a plate finally full, he paused once again at the drink selection before helping himself a glass of scotch. Granted he had never tried drinking well aged scotch out of a red plastic cup...but, despite what some of his fellow handlers thought, he really wasn't a snob. Well not a terrible snob at least.
Instead of moving to find a table to dine at though Hawthorne just stood there; those eyes of his taking in all the people in the room, studying them all intently. Playing a good host required effort, and so when he saw that no one needed anything for the moment the handler finally started to eat.