( alec's drink pops little fireworks that he isn't paying much attention to anymore, twirling a hand that glows blue so the glass turns in tight slow circles over the surface of the table as if an invisible hand was mixing it. it makes a light scraping noise he can hardly hear over the music, but he doesn't mind the noise as much as he once did. this has become a familiar scene that he's missed. it reminds him of eudio. )

I used to think this stuff was such a waste of time. ( he sounds almost amused. his foot taps along to the beat of the music, and he takes a sip of his drink with a smile curling his lips. )

( look. he can't help himself. people are leaving empty glasses all over, and what's a guy to do? he's picking them up, bringing them back to the bar, moving half empty glasses away from gesticulating arms or dancing limbs. this might lead to him holding as many glasses as he can in both hands, spinning on his feet to avoid colliding with someone zooming toward the dance floor. this is followed by an eye roll and a world weary sigh until the glasses are all safely back on the bar top.

then he turns around, looking over everyone's heads, gaze like a hawk trying to hone in on it's prey. target: glassware and spillage avoidance.

he spots some, takes a step, then looks at his own hand. one can almost hear the sound of a hand smacking a forehead as he summons blue flames to it, gestures, and the targets disappear from their spot, now next to the other glasses alec had brought with him to the bar. he has a moment of looking pretty darn pleased with himself, tyvm.)

( after the costume winners are announced, alec is wearing his prize: the shirt with the name "darcy" printed on it, but he hasn't changed out of anything else. maybe it looks weird, but he's way past caring. he's getting more and more focused on magnus, honestly, repeatedly losing himself in staring at him, only half aware he's doing it. if he catches someone looking, he'll be quick to raise his eye brows, tone somewhat challenging, not even aware if he's contesting the judgement of his clothes or his longing gazes. ) What?

( he's not trying to pick a fight. he may be a little tipsy. )