Normally he had a little more civility than this. Crashing parties is one thing but weddings are another. Though, the sparkling lights, loud chatter, and the offer of free food and drinks was far too enticing to pass up the opportunity. And it’s awfully easy to slip into an open venue.

Swiping a glass of champagne off the table, he slipped through the crowd. Must’ve been the after party with the rowdiness of the group; drunken jokes and bubbly laughter. He found some more secluded corner, keeping the attention and unwanted eyes off. Sipping from his glass, his eyes swept the room, simply people watching till they landed on you.

Maybe it was impulse or the need of a sense of thrill, but his feet carried him over in your direction, weaving in and out of people. He came to a stop beside you, his eyes following your attention to the couple of the hour.

“How d’you know the bride and groom?” he asked curiously, taking a sip from his glass.