The guess is right on the nose, and Muldoon relaxes at the very mention of it. He nods. "A whiskey would be great."
As the waiter heads off to get them proper drinks, Muldoon nods again to Midge's statement. "I'm a wildlife consultant. I design enclosures and habitats and try to make sure both humans and animals are happy. But I'm much better at dealing with the animals..."
He trails off as he spots a couple of older gentlemen heading their way. The champagne is downed, since that's all he has to work with. Soon enough there are hands being offered and the night begins in earnest.
"Good evening. I'm James Dixon, this is Dax Gilbert and Mason Bennett. You're Hammond's man, aren't you?" One of them starts. Muldoon only gets so far as to answer in the affirmative before the attention is switched to Midge. "And who is this beautiful thing? You're definitely not one of Hammond's."
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As the waiter heads off to get them proper drinks, Muldoon nods again to Midge's statement. "I'm a wildlife consultant. I design enclosures and habitats and try to make sure both humans and animals are happy. But I'm much better at dealing with the animals..."
He trails off as he spots a couple of older gentlemen heading their way. The champagne is downed, since that's all he has to work with. Soon enough there are hands being offered and the night begins in earnest.
"Good evening. I'm James Dixon, this is Dax Gilbert and Mason Bennett. You're Hammond's man, aren't you?" One of them starts. Muldoon only gets so far as to answer in the affirmative before the attention is switched to Midge. "And who is this beautiful thing? You're definitely not one of Hammond's."