Jim sighed as the young-looking man approaching him beckoned. He saw the Herald and his Priscus and, if he could blanch, he would have. His already pale face did not muster its usual happy face quite so quickly today. It had been, as they say, a long fucking night. Deep inside, he wanted little to do with this crowd of vampires tonight, instead preferring to go sink into the ground for a rest, to try it again in the morning. Certain that the Herald and his Priscus had already told them all of his diplomatic failure, that would be far preferable to facing them.
But the man beckoned to him, and in amongst his Beast's fury and his own upsetness, he knew he had to go. So Jim focused up and was alert. For the Herald to be just hanging out at a bar, her company had to be some power players. He would be a fool if he did not greet them graciously. Indeed, such a political mistake would surely mean his life. A Carthian lawbreaker he might appear to be at this point, but he would be damned if he would be ungracious and die that way. Still, somewhere within him was the urge to turn on his velocidad for a few seconds, sprint out the door to his Shadow and drive for Los Angeles, leaving Sacremento and its Invictus behind.
His face lit up somewhat as he approached Chris and the group. He nodded to the man and the assembled Kindred, offering a gracious handshake to Chris, who was closest to him, and to anybody else who was with the group. "Good evening! I'm James Calloway. How are you tonight?" To each of them in turn he offered his hand. It would be strange if he did not -- the Masquerade required they act as human as possible in human situations like this, but he was certain to be polite. "Miss Villiers, Mr. Connery, good evening. Thank you kindly for the warm introduction to the city." He was being sincere, not sarcastic; for the most part, they had been kind to him. It was he who had screwed it up.
He looked upon Ariana and was most pleased; she was gorgeous, and within him he was a lusty individual. Thankfully, he was fairly debonair and did not come off as skeezy. "And hello to you, madam," he said, doing his best to keep his charm in check. Who knows what could get him killed around here? Still, he couldn't help but be slightly suave; it was who he was. "My name is Jim Calloway. A pleasure to meet you." Keep it classy, Calloway.