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By the time 6:00PM had rolled around, Tristan was dressed and ready for another charity event at the Boston Harbor Hotel. The last had been certainly more fun and less trouble than he had expected - complete with a bachelor auction where he managed to earn maybe $200 through alongside his own contributions from the winery. This year, no exception - check already written out and turned over to the hotel. No matter the prodominantly Irish support, that wouldn't stop him from conducting business with the establishment or taking the opportunity to have a good time.
Stepping through the doors and eventually to the rooms designated for the event, Tristan glanced around to already pinpoint those he could easily hold a conversation with and those he would've really rather ignored and kept a good arm's length away if he could help it. Surely there would be plenty of people attending; a few Marinos and no doubt a number of Connellys. Should be one hell of an evening. He thought to himself, standing aside to casually converse with some of the event staff until something - someone - more interesting caught his attention.