"Oh, like that, is it?" Allaster laughed as Alec jostled him. He downed the rest of his punch in one long swallow and then put his glass down and crowded into Alec's space. "Shove over."
Allaster was a terrible pianist at his very best moments, but now, with several glasses of punch making him lightheaded and the memory of Alec's smile at the forefront of his mind, his fingers moved clumsily over the keys, filling the room with a cacophony.
He cringed and then smiled at Alec. "I think I'll leave that to those who actually know how to play it and move on to what I know how to play." He stood then and held out a hand to Charlie with a bow and wide grin. "My dear, ridiculously undressed Charlie. Would you like to have a dance?"