Cooper Connelly (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} irishwarrior) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} lineof_fire_rpg, |
Cooper liked going out - when it was on his terms. Parties such as the lavish one thrown tonight were not his forte, but one could only assume the Italians would be showing up in full force, and Cooper wanted to be damn sure he was around in case anyone of them tried to pull some sort of dumb ass move of "payback" for what happened on Halloween.
Walking around with his double whiskey in hand, his eyes scanned the big banquet room. He had learned in the Marines to survey his surroundings, always be prepared in case the enemy was preparing an attack. He highly doubted that anyone would be stupid enough to try something ... but just in case. He plucked the top button of his black shirt open, feeling all too stifled in the already crowding room. He gulped a bit from his glass before he leaned back on the wall, still looking around for someone he cared to talk to.