Sylvain sat by himself on a stool in the high-end cocktail bar, Crow and Crown. He quietly swirled a drink in his hand as his eyes looked back to the wall of drinks that lay in front of him. He knew of the party invites sent out to many influential people and had even received one himself. But on this night... the last night... he didn't want to jump into the fanfare attached to jumping into a stranger's party on a pleasure boat.
His mind wandered, as he rarely allowed it to do... to times and places not long gone... but not relevant to him now either. His wanderings only bothered by the motor skills required to move the drink to and from his lips every minute or two...