"Tracey," Theodore hissed, taking a firm hold of one of her elbows. "Please, not now," he whispered as he tried to hold her back. "Just let me deal with it--in a manner that won't involve too much violence." He thought quickly of something else to say that may work to dissipate Tracey's drunken wrath. "You can deal with them in the lobby, or outside. In much more open space, at the very least." Well that wasn't going to do too much good, but it was better than letting her do whatever she wanted to do before her mother's casket.
ooc: sorry I disappeared for a bit...just had a bit of an emergency