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Seth had sat quietly in his very expensive carriage as his agent turned manager, Marley, poked at his face incessantly with her wand. "Merlin," she was saying, somewhere far away because Seth already had four drinks in him and a couple of pills for the headache, "You look terrible. Here, take these." She handed him some white things, round and speckled with blue, and said to not immediately go for the bar, to not look too bored, but just bored enough. Seth took her whites, and swallows it without liquid. Seth peered out the window, it was an one-way window, other people can't see in, and he could see the paparazzi. They were told that they cannot enter the building, it was a private luncheon, but Seth had a feeling that it wasn't going to stop some of them.
"Damn, I'm good," he heard Marley say, seeing her wand pull away. She held up a mirror, and Seth had to admit that she was good. He didn't look like he just spent the entire night losing his stomach into the white bowl.
Distantly, he was aware of Marley telling Zeiger to not leave the area, be sure to be ready to come pick Seth up anytime. Then she was tapping at his shoulder to catch his attention, "Seth? Seth? Are you there?" Seth was surprised to see the concern on her face, "You sure you want to do this? I mean, I know I said that it will be good for your image to not be reclusive, but you don't have to if you feel-" Suddenly annoyed, Seth shrugged off her hand, "Fine. I'm fine."
Ten minutes later, he was not fine. The meds were not working fast enough, he still had a headache, he wanted a drink, and whatever Marley gave him were doing jack shit. Some old pureblood fart was telling him that his last performance was good but- Seth wasn't really listening, just nodding and smiling and putting up the illusion of interest. He desperately wanted that drink. Marley said that he had a problem, so did Zeiger, then Seth pointed out that he didn't pay them ridiculous amount of money to psycho-analyze him. He also wanted to talk to someone else, someone who won't begin their sentence with, "You were good, but-"