Antony loved parties. The drinks, the music, the conversation, the lovely ladies dressed in such colors it made his head spin right around. If he had his way his life would be one unending party, unfortunately his artistic temperament demanded the occasional quiet moment so he learned to attend every party he could and enjoy the time while he had it. Lord Hurst was rumored to put on a pretty decent party so he had been looking forward to the evening for some time. And he was quite pleased when those rumors turned out to be true.
So far he had been having a great time. He was dragged into a conversation with a charming middle-aged widow so seemed to want to hang on him and tug at his cravat, once she found herself new entertainment he was pushed off onto her buxom niece who liked to bounce about him and cling every time he suggested getting her something to drink. He was afraid she would permanently attach herself to him, but luckily her betrothed showed up and dragged her away, but not before giving Antony a dirty look. While it bothered him at first he quickly found himself enjoying his freedom from the woman too much to care about the man. He was alone once again, a fresh glass of something light and bubbly in his hand, smiling back at every pretty little thing that looked his way. He was quite pleased with himself when he managed to make a few blush.
This was a very good night for the Earl of Gourock.