When the news that By the Grace of St. Mungo had been renewed for a second season had broken, about five different group chats had exploded on Beau's phone. As a career actor, it was always good to know that you were going to be employed again, even though he had a couple of other jobs lined up before filming was due to start again. The crew were pleased as well, which was how he'd found himself goaded into a night out with the hair and make-up team at Carnival.
Some of them he had known for years over a number of different projects, so they were privy to more of his personal life than most. The witch he was currently dancing with - Bethan - was the stylist responsible for returning his hair to its natural colour had dubbed herself his wingwoman for tonight. He hadn't even noticed the tousled blond until she'd forcibly turned him disguised as a dance move and then shimmied off.
"Hey." Beau had felt different since dealing with his parents, even if it was a bit like he'd closed a door on that whole relationship. Having a guy smile at him like that in public was no longer such a terrifying prospect. He moved just a little closer so that he could hear him better over the music. "I'm Beau."