Not far from Rowen loomed Marcus in his own bubble of seclusion. A maudlin expression tinged his face, offsetting his pastel hair strangely. More than a few people were giving him strange looks, which only made him hiccup morosely and hunch his shoulders forwards more. He glanced up bleakly as he heard Florence's speech taper off once more and watched the man shuffled through his cards once more before continuing. He'd been doing such a good job... Marcus would have to congratulate him after he finished...
His eyes snagged on a familiar figure and lit up, wiping away all traces of negativity. Ah, good old Rowen! Someone who never looked at him coldly~ Marcus felt a smile stretch across his incredibly warm to the touch face. Was it hot in here, or...? Keeping his fingers, which where cold from gripping the icy drinks, pressed up against his cheeks, he sauntered over to Rowen and beamed. A second or two passed before it occurred to him that he should say something. Marcus opened his mouth and a sound suspiciously like a giggle burst free.
"Hello Rowen~" His enthusiastic but unnecessary waving made him lose balance, and he suddenly found himself very close to one of the pillars holding up the second floor balcony area. Struggling a bit, he righted himself and leaned up against it in what he believed was a very "casual" pose. "A-are you enjoying yourself?" Someone there was, and he had clearly started ahead of the party...