It was almost hilarious, Tyb thought, that somehow of all the people in this ballroom, he was being aided by the one sort-of-acquaintance who didn't seem to like him at all. Not that he knew a grand majority of people here tonight, but he couldn't imagine they had any better reasons to dislike him than she did.
He went on struggling whilst she cast her spell, and re-adjusted his balance on the floor, now that he was able to stop skidding. Maybe that would be enough to wriggle out of the tree, and not need to cling to it anymore. Grasping one of the branches to work his way out of its clutches, Tybalt - taking her sardonic advice - continued fighting his way out of the tree more calmly, preoccupying himself with what was foremost on his mind. He might have done to wait a minute more, when he could look her in the eye properly like a normal person, but... "I did mean to apologise for the last time we, er, met, you know," he offered conversationally. "I wasn't exactly myself that day. Under the influence, you could say. I expect you heard about those pink letters?" At last Tybalt emerged from the tree, pine-needles sticking out from his hair in all directions, but otherwise no visibly worse for wear. He smiled ruefully. "So you mustn't take anything I might've said to... heart."
He went on struggling whilst she cast her spell, and re-adjusted his balance on the floor, now that he was able to stop skidding. Maybe that would be enough to wriggle out of the tree, and not need to cling to it anymore. Grasping one of the branches to work his way out of its clutches, Tybalt - taking her sardonic advice - continued fighting his way out of the tree more calmly, preoccupying himself with what was foremost on his mind. He might have done to wait a minute more, when he could look her in the eye properly like a normal person, but... "I did mean to apologise for the last time we, er, met, you know," he offered conversationally. "I wasn't exactly myself that day. Under the influence, you could say. I expect you heard about those pink letters?" At last Tybalt emerged from the tree, pine-needles sticking out from his hair in all directions, but otherwise no visibly worse for wear. He smiled ruefully. "So you mustn't take anything I might've said to... heart."
