Freddie wasn't nervous. Not visibly. He liked parties, and he was usually just as jovial as anyone else at them, but this was a Harriet Prewett party, and more than that she'd suddenly gotten very aggressive at marrying her sons off. Freddie thought he was safe (none of his brothers were married) but he apparently wasn't; it was nearing midnight and he'd already been introduced to more unmarried ladies than he could count on his hands, and he was sure he was related to a good number of them.
Freddie took the bottle with a grin. If he drank enough, his mother wouldn't want to introduce him to anymore ladies, right?
"I assume you're talking about yourself, because I'm in a perfectly good mood," he said, clutching his free hand to his heart with mock offense.
Freddie took the bottle with a grin. If he drank enough, his mother wouldn't want to introduce him to anymore ladies, right?
"I assume you're talking about yourself, because I'm in a perfectly good mood," he said, clutching his free hand to his heart with mock offense.

— set by mj <3 —