Alan is mingling through his little dinner party, chatting with compatriots, drinking as much aged scotch as he can without getting messy, and making sure his image isn't being squandered by... certain people.

For some reason, he's always targeted with scrutiny. He hasn't a clue why!

But he's trying his best to socialize, nonetheless.

Unfortunately for him - or rather, fortunately, depending on how you'd like to spin it - he gets distracted.

By a beautiful, gorgeous, fantastic figure... sitting at a table all alone. What a shame. What a shame, indeed.

He slides in with that signature half-cocked grin on his face, taking a seat next to you and leaning in to address you.

"You look rather lonely over here, don't you?" He notes, glancing at the drink placed in front of you- and the empty glasses accompanying it. Well, you're enjoying something. "I could change that, if you like."