The excitement, even if dark, seemed to bring clarity to the drunken man. Even those who had not taken notice of him earlier now turned to the stage, looking at him with a mix of curiosity, but also a bit of disdain, even if only for the shame he was bringing on himself, his family, and those of the same standing as him, or even higher, as his background was definitely not the deepest among those in the hall.
Still, nobody came forward to stop him, and he focused all his attention on the brown haired woman who was beside her blonde friend.
His smile foreboding, he spoke:
"I think everyone here knows Evelyn Softsnow, the number one beauty of our time in this school. Full of virtues like kindness, gentleness, altruism, and many others, many had a crush on her, and many still have."
His eyes panned over the crowd, stopping on a few who said nothing.
