“Scotch, wonderful” Joseph said, finally there was something for him to be enthusiastic about. He knew that he did himself no favours. The people here tonight would be the ones who bought the Morning Chronicle and it did indeed look as if he was snubbing them or thought them below him when he didn’t have the time nor care to answer their questions. Partly it was true, he found the questions repetitive, but it was as much that he did not feel at home here.
Behind a pen Joseph P. Horrigan was a thrill-seeker, an adventure and hero. He didn’t know if he truly lived up to his image or if meeting him would diminish many expectations.
“No, no. A new theme. Very different from anything I’ve done before.” He said quietly, hoping the boy would grow weary soon. Things would be simpler if he just read about them in the paper. “And not an adventure so much as a...a conspiracy.” He said, arriving at a tray with a likely looking glass of Scotch and taking hold of it before anyone else could.