Bruce approached his wife, stepping casually up next to her as she perused the selection of home made goodies. "You look great," the scientist breathed, curling an arm around his wife.
He offered her the flute of untouched champagne and then took a moment to glance around again. The company seemed less than thrilled that he was here, but that could've been the attitude before that he had just stumbled into.
Unsure, Bruce mostly kept to himself and Effie.
"Your dad looks like he's having a good time. Has he been drinking?" The gangster could get loud and violent if he imbibed too much, and he didn't seem at that point which surprised the scientist a little.