Esteban decided to go to the party. He wasn't going to go a first. Lord What's his face had driven him crazy really. But then again...it was his job to go. He stopped at the Security check in. Okay...serioulsy...this much sericurity for a fat guy?

"Esteban Rivera. International Magical Cooperation British Seats Division." He said the to the next available tennet. "Oh, and my free T-shirt Please" He said again thinking at the very least he should get a free T-shirt.