June 30th, 1891 — Selwyn Manor during the Wedding Reception
At the wedding itself Emrys had been intending to make only as long of an appearance at the reception as was necessary so as not to start any rumors about family troubles, but sometime after it had begun he'd changed his mind. He'd had a few flippant conversations with other partygoers, which was actually sort of fun — he spent so much time at social events being purposefully charming that he didn't often have the chance to be openly sarcastic. And he'd been drinking quite a bit. He hadn't exactly planned that, but he'd seen Professor Vorona mingling with the guests and that had set his mood from bad to worse. It had occurred to him that if Mr. and Mrs. Fawley were the loquacious sort, people might hear that he'd asked to court their daughter and that he'd been rejected (it was this idea that stung, moreso than the loss of Miss Fawley as a potential wife), but it hadn't occurred to him until this moment that she might hear about it. He didn't like the idea of anyone talking about him at all, unless it was to laud praise on one of his parties, but he particularly hated the notion that Angelica might hear about someone else's determination that he was unsuitable, undesireable, and it had driven him to drink.
And if he was going to drink, he was not going to restrict himself to champagne. Luckily, he knew where Trystan's liquor cabinet was. He likely wasn't supposed to go raid it during the wedding reception, but with his mood the way it was presently the fact that his brother might be annoyed by his actions seemed more like a bonus than a detriment to this plan. He'd found a bottle of excellent brandy that appeared to be unopened and was making his way back towards the reception when he encountered his brother.
"Oh, you've caught me," Emrys said, though he didn't sound at all as though he regretted this turn of events. "I thought you'd be busy doing some sickly-sweet father-daughter dance with Liliana, or something."
And if he was going to drink, he was not going to restrict himself to champagne. Luckily, he knew where Trystan's liquor cabinet was. He likely wasn't supposed to go raid it during the wedding reception, but with his mood the way it was presently the fact that his brother might be annoyed by his actions seemed more like a bonus than a detriment to this plan. He'd found a bottle of excellent brandy that appeared to be unopened and was making his way back towards the reception when he encountered his brother.
"Oh, you've caught me," Emrys said, though he didn't sound at all as though he regretted this turn of events. "I thought you'd be busy doing some sickly-sweet father-daughter dance with Liliana, or something."
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