There are many people that a gang could set upon on a night, and even get away the victors. But even with the advantage of numbers, attacking the four tipsy people who'd been weaving down the street has turned out to be very much the wrong decision. Because the four tipsy people are in fact military trained. That they're tipsy barely impedes their reactions. It doesn't take them long to have it over with, breathing a little rushed, faces flushed with adrenaline and grins.
"A soiree, but effectively, yes. Networking with people is an excellent way to gather information."
"We get to socialise and achieve our goals. You are all, of course, invited. I suspect 'Chelle would be truly offended if she heard I was throwing a soiree and not inviting her."
"Hm, we should probably go shopping on the way home," Aaren muses. "Get you some more clothes, Percy."
"A quiet evening among friends? Of course not. Besides which, I'd end up watching you tug at your tie all night. Smart casual will do just fine."
"Wonderful." Percy is sort of basking, but at no particular direction. He nods slowly. "Don't worry. There are people coming."
"There's always people coming and going around here," Angelique says a little sheepishly.
...Who walk-in and look around. Percy is staring at them all, but specially at the last one to walk-in.
"Sorry, did we interrupt something?"