Had anyone asked National Security - which of course nobody would - he would have agreed with Iris' assessment of the party. The vibe couldn't be more different from the parties he usually attended. It was less stifling; more carefree and, and... jolly?
The majority of people gathered at this club seemed to genuinely enjoy themselves. There were no self-serving, ass-kissing, scheming, plotting sons of bitches whose middle name was ulterior motive around to pollute the atmosphere. Well, except him, of course. But he wasn't nearly as bad as the vipers in DC, oh no, he wasn't like that by nature, under different circumstances he would have turned out completely different or maybe not exist at all but that was idle speculation and-
National Security found his rather messy train of thoughts interrupted by something bumping into him. No, not something. Someone. Cool blue eyes peered at the tipsy woman - Greek goddess, dealing with messages, interesting.
"No harm done. I'm sure it was partially my fault, standing around obliquely like that. It's a wonder I haven't been flattened into the ground, yet," he replied, smiling thinly.