Malcolm didn't need one of each either. "That's true, I have not seen a lot of fat rich people."

The Marshal glanced at the empty chairs as he got comfortable, scoffing a grin. "Ain't that the best kind? Scotch for me as well please," he said, directing the last politely at the waiter.

"I can't tell if we're early or everyone else is late. What is this thing for again? A.. fundraiser? I suppose I should just wait for the show to start instead of asking but.." The words were already out there now.