I. [he stands there looking uncomfortable in a cheap suit and a work tie that's not exactly formal but it's not informal either. He's also shaved.
For all that he stands around, giving wincing nods to whomever glances his way, and holds the champagne flute between his fingers. He wants to drink it even though he knows it will be a bad idea, so he just remains there trying to be invisible. Feel free to come bother him.]
II. [Locked to Fell]
[After some time of standing around he notices the man. Hard not to pick him out. He's like some kind of floating marshmallow, moving through the crowds being quaint and queer as all hell, and Alec faintly wonders if Anthony is really completely blind behind those sunglasses not to see what's going on.
But nevermind, it looks like he has to prevent a fucking crises again.
He hopes Fell won't cry on him.
He has the feeling he will.
So he goes to find him. Standing by his elbow as he chats to a lively looking man with obvious interest in his eyes. What should he say? How could he say it? How to start? Maybe with some tact and getting him away from this man who looks increasingly annoyed that Alec is standing on the fringes of the conversation]
Fell-- [Alec finally manages it after bolstering himself with a sip of a dangerous champagne. Words flit through his head about how to disengage Fell from this conversation while saving the man's face.]
I -- need to talk to you--
[not good, that sounds like the start of bad news. And it is, but no one's going to be happy if he starts blubbering right here in front of everyone. So what could he talk to him about?]
About-- your--
[what? bloody what?]
--snake.
[The man standing by Fell raises his eyebrows and his mouth twists into a smirk. Alec glares at him even as he feels his cheeks flush. Why did everyone have to turn the most innocent statements into something bloody suggestive?]
III. Locked to Anthony/Grace
[After the rush of happy people have finished their congratulations, Alec swallows the rest of the champagne and makes his way up to his beaming cousin and...fiancee. They look like a happy couple. He hopes they will be. He feels a faint stab of the old jealousy and envy but lets it go. They have no place here.
Finally he stands in front of them and braces himself for impact]
Congratulations. I filmed it for your Mum's sake. Bad enough she's going to find out about it second hand, but this way she'll have something to gush over and forget about gutting you like a fish.
[...maybe he should have stopped it at congratulations. He nods awkwardly to Grace, unsure of what even to say to a cousin-in-law]
OTA @ the Gala
For all that he stands around, giving wincing nods to whomever glances his way, and holds the champagne flute between his fingers. He wants to drink it even though he knows it will be a bad idea, so he just remains there trying to be invisible. Feel free to come bother him.]
II. [Locked to Fell]
[After some time of standing around he notices the man. Hard not to pick him out. He's like some kind of floating marshmallow, moving through the crowds being quaint and queer as all hell, and Alec faintly wonders if Anthony is really completely blind behind those sunglasses not to see what's going on.
But nevermind, it looks like he has to prevent a fucking crises again.
He hopes Fell won't cry on him.
He has the feeling he will.
So he goes to find him. Standing by his elbow as he chats to a lively looking man with obvious interest in his eyes. What should he say? How could he say it? How to start? Maybe with some tact and getting him away from this man who looks increasingly annoyed that Alec is standing on the fringes of the conversation]
Fell-- [Alec finally manages it after bolstering himself with a sip of a dangerous champagne. Words flit through his head about how to disengage Fell from this conversation while saving the man's face.]
I -- need to talk to you--
[not good, that sounds like the start of bad news. And it is, but no one's going to be happy if he starts blubbering right here in front of everyone. So what could he talk to him about?]
About-- your--
[what? bloody what?]
--snake.
[The man standing by Fell raises his eyebrows and his mouth twists into a smirk. Alec glares at him even as he feels his cheeks flush. Why did everyone have to turn the most innocent statements into something bloody suggestive?]
III. Locked to Anthony/Grace
[After the rush of happy people have finished their congratulations, Alec swallows the rest of the champagne and makes his way up to his beaming cousin and...fiancee. They look like a happy couple. He hopes they will be. He feels a faint stab of the old jealousy and envy but lets it go. They have no place here.
Finally he stands in front of them and braces himself for impact]
Congratulations. I filmed it for your Mum's sake. Bad enough she's going to find out about it second hand, but this way she'll have something to gush over and forget about gutting you like a fish.
[...maybe he should have stopped it at congratulations. He nods awkwardly to Grace, unsure of what even to say to a cousin-in-law]
Welcome.
[now he just sounded fucking stupid]