The noise of Rapture thrums in Conner's ears as he takes a drink like a good, normal boy and scans the crowd. The base from the dance floor running counterpoint to the harmonies of beating hearts and the sometimes slurred and sometimes staccato chatter that made up the conversations.
Well, most of the conversations. Edward was at least clear spoken; even an unnaturally cheery attitude can't hide the clear enunciation of someone who cared about appearance. "Good to see I'm not the only one interested in having a good time tonight." As Edward and Jennifer perpetuate their ruse, Conner's keen eyes focus on the well-tailored man just shrouded by what looks like a bouncer or bodyguard. Maschio?
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Conner takes another sip of his drink and gets up from his seat, nodding to Albert in the direction he's headed as he attempts to tail the would-be Maschio and pursue his best lead so far. If all else fails, just pretend to be drunk.
Equipment: Broadsword (Cloak 4); Wallet ($45 Cash); Messenger Bag (Pen, Notepad, Burner Phone); Nice Clothes