Drake/Open - To Multiples~
His dress shoes were murdering his feet and he briefly contemplated kicking them off under the table. He knew, however, that the second he did that was the moment someone would come to talk to him and he'd have to stand. So the torture devices stayed, and he leaned back in his chair, briefly closing his eyes.
There wasn't any etiquette rule that he could think of that would allow him to leave while the party was in full swing, so he knew he'd have to tough it out until the crowd at least began to thin out. Really, all he wanted to do was curl up in bed with a book and not leave it for a few weeks. Not going to happen, he knew; there was always something going on, and now he needed to be more visible than ever.
He sighed and resolved to enjoy his brief moment of respite for as long as he could keep it. He'd never known smiling was this hard.