Smoke curled into the night as Connor Reeves, Metra's most eligible bachelor, let out a sigh. He swirls the glass of whiskey in his hand idly before setting it down to loosen his tie. It was strange for him to take a quiet moment; he had a collection of tabloids following his every escapade. His father was now pressing him to settle and find a spouse, but the only thing he'd found so far was a headache. He shifted, relieved to have found solace from the socialite who'd been vying for his attention. Connor didn’t mind a good party, nor the opportunity to wear a suit and drink expensive whiskey, but feeling like James Bond wasn't enough to entertain him tonight. At the sound of steps behind him he turned, grey eyes finding his next thrill.