Mister Pettyfer
The Original "Willy Wanker"
The Award Goes To… || Pettygron

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Dianna cringed at Alex’s apology — though, hopefully with the dull lighting he wasn’t able to notice. It wasn’t because of his apology that she cringed, more so the fact that they had both been as stupid as each other to think this was a separate room. “It’s alright.” The blonde dismissed his apology with a slight shake of her head, “I thought so to.” From anyone else’s point of view, it would probably be funny that the two of them were practically stuck in such a confined space. Now was not a time to be laughing, however.

“Oh my God.” Dianna let out a strained whisper, reaching out to stop whatever it was that Alex had knocked over — obviously missing it. The clatter that followed the falling object caused her to stiffen, her eyes trained on the door of the closet waiting for it to open and for the outside light to flood in. After a few moments had passed, Dianna let out the breath she hadn’t realised she had been holding and her gaze turn to Alex, her eyes narrowing on his through the darkness. “Graceful as ever.” She gave a teasing remark, hoping to somewhat lighten the mood.

Alex’s eyes were still too strained in the dark that he had not noticed the way Dianna had cringed. Dear Lord, even to him it sounded like a poor excuse to be in the cramped space with her. That was, until she admitted to thinking the same thing regarding the cupboard door, okay, at least now he doesn’t feel like such a moron. Albeit that wasn’t much of a good thing at the present time. “Easy mistake to make.” Was his breathed reply. His other senses were heightened when his eyesight was nigh on useless in this setting, the sound of the dropped item seemed to ring out and echo for much longer than it probably did to anybody who may have heard it. Alex had felt Dianna move to catch whatever it was, and in such a limited amount of room, it was impossible for the blonde’s movement not to be felt by some part of his body. Fuck, this really was not meant to happen. 

While straining to hear the footsteps of anybody who may approach their hide-away, or those of Emma and her inappropriate clutches. He heard Dianna’s remark and though it was highly unlikely that she would see it, a small smirk showed upon his mouth, tugging at the edges. “Of course, it’s a talent that I was born with.” His tone was low, but a teasing lilt was evident within it. 

Rolling his weight to his left, Alex’s head turned toward the door as though trying to hear better what was happening on the opposite side of the wood. “I think there’s more people coming.” His head turned again, now facing the space that was above Dianna’s head, as he moved, his arm swung a little and his hand nudged what he guessed may have been Dianna’s hip. “Sorry.” Personal space may have been an issue but he wouldn’t want her to think he was trying to “cop a feel” in this situation. For some reason, Pettyfer did not want Dianna to dislike him more than she may already. 

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The Award Goes To… || Pettygron

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Dianna gave a small sound of surprise when she felt the other body enter the small space, making the space even more confined. The light that flooded from the outside when the door was opened made it possible for Dianna to just about make out the face of the intruder. “…Alex?” She enquired in a hushed tone, making her confusion clear. Once the door had been closed again the room plunged into total darkness and Dianna waited for her eyes to adjust whilst her gaze remained fixed on the figure now incredibly close in front of her.

Is this another one of Alex’s weird jokes that she didn’t understand? She recalled that would often happen back when… No, let’s not think back to that; she’ll just dig herself a hole. A lonely hole of loneliness. Instead, she continued to look up at him, completely aware how painfully close they were and how … awkward it was. But not as awkward as one might think — not for her, at least. Her voice now seemed to be quieter when she spoke, “What are you doing in here?” Though she wasn’t sure why she whispered, what with the commotion of voices outside it would be difficult for anyone to really hear them.

Alex pulled a face when he heard the familiar voice, of course it would be Dianna. If there was someone above them, their sense of humour was not their strong point. "The one and only." His tone was quiet, with Emma prowling the corridor, he did not want her to find him, especially how she had been earlier when she’d caught him with Dianna by the bar.

Even in the darkness, and with his senses dulled as they were given the atmosphere, he could feel Dianna’s gaze upon him. “Keeping out of Emma’s way.” His tone matched the volume as it was earlier, footsteps could be heard from outside of the cupboard, of course he didn’t know if they were Emma’s or somebody else’s. Despite the lack of any light except the glow seeping in beneath the door, he was hyper aware of how close he and Dianna were stood, his breaths coming out and mingling with hers, “I’m sorry— I thought it was another room.” He apologised, he hadn’t meant to be this close to her, to invade her personal space like this. “…and that it would be empty.” He continued, his voice barely a whisper.

It was only then that he searched out her form, only just making out her head, and her features thought it was a strain to do so, his eyes obviously not adjusted enough and the lack of light didn’t help in anyway. He shifted his weight but when he did so, he knocked something on the floor and winced because of the noise it made. Dear God, please don’t let any anybody hear that. 

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The Award Goes To… || Pettygron

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The blonde gave a soft laugh Alex slipped back into his English ways, but nodded her understanding. It had taken a little bit of time, but Dianna had gotten used to his English ways eventually. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you know as soon as I want to collect my favor.” She gave him a smile.

At the man’s rambling, Dianna’s brow arched very slightly. Never once did she think he would bring up her date, or lack thereof, nor did she think it mattered. A slight smile took her lips, however, “I don’t have a date actually, but thank you… I guess.” Her brow furrowed slightly before she continued, “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” She raised her fists into a protective, fighting stance before breaking out with a small giggle. 

Dianna inclined her head in return to Alex, another smile forming on her lips; this time at the affectionate name he addressed her as. “See you later, Alex.” She bid her farewell and without any real knowledge of what she was doing, she watched him leave. Really, she just stood there and watched as he left into a crowd of people before she blinked and diverted her attention. Of course, she hadn’t wanted him to leave, but she couldn’t just ask him to stay. Despite the fact that she had somewhat enjoyed their catch-up, she still had no right to ask him to stay and talk with her. For all she knew he didn’t even want to talk to her. She then took the opportunity to turn in the opposite direction to mingle with some new people.

It had been a good half hour to an hour or so since Dianna had encountered Emma and her and Alex had parted ways. She had spent the time chitchatting with various different people; some she knew, some she didn’t but each and every person was treated just as special. Now, however, she had moved off into an empty space and was just people watching, as it were. That’s when she noticed the other woman. Again. Emma was just wandering about, seemingly lost and looking for something — Dammit. Dianna did not want to be caught on her own by Emma, it was awkward enough with Alex but she could escape, she doubted she could get away with it twice. 

So, with some quick thinking, Dianna went for the nearest door, opened it and disappeared inside before closing it behind her. Shit. This is not what she thought it might have been. A closet. A very, very small broom closet. Well, she couldn’t exactly leave now, could she? If Emma — or anyone, for that matter — caught her leaving a broom closet, she wouldn’t know what excuse to make. So she just stood there, with only a dim light to separate the darkness, in silence.

As surprised as he was that Dianna hadn’t brought a date, he tried to not to allow the expression to show upon his features. Her giggle and stance brought yet another smile to his lips, how adorable was she? No, she’s not adorable, Alex.. Focus. As soon as he had left, he was soon speaking with various people, mingling to those he felt he should; all the while trying his best to stay away from Emma. When Cody smirked and informed him that Emma had left the room, that’s when he was able to relax. Though he was grumbling at the co-star, she wasn’t meant to realise these things. Despite everything that had transpired in the past, the last encounter with Dianna had him hoping he’d see her again. Possibly not tonight but again nonetheless again would be nice.

It wasn’t long until Alex grew bored with mingling with people whom he didn’t care for in the slightest way, afterall, it wasn’t as though he wanted to come in the first place. So, it was only natural that he would want to go for a wander around; away  from the main party. He knocked back his drink and had another in hand as he walked. 

Of course when he’d get away from the party, he’d see the one person whom he didn’t care to actually see. His features crinkled when Roberts came into sight at the end of a corridor (thankfully talking to some other poor sod). After the last time, he did not want to come into contact with the little pest again. Going back the way he’d came would just give her a chance to catch up, as he cast a glance around his eyes fell upon a door. Salvation! Too far? He didn’t care as he swiftly moved to push the door open and step into the hopefully, empty, room.

No, not room— broom cupboard; and no, not empty. Fuck. 

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The Award Goes To… || Pettygron

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A small smile formed on Dianna’s lips when she turned to face Alex once again, taking a sip from her glass. “I’m sorry about that… I just don’t think I could have lasted too long with her and wanted to make a quick get away while I could. Besides, you didn’t look like you were having much fun, anyway.” She finished with a soft laugh. Dianna was never one to be purposely hurtful to another person, but she is human and she can’t like everyone. If it would make the situation any better, she did feel quite guilty about just leaving her like that, but that didn’t mean she would go back to apologise. No chance.

At the complement from Alex a wider smile took place on Dianna’s lips and she nodded slightly, “Thank you, you look very handsome yourself.” she replied. Though it was the polite thing to do, it was also very true. “And, yes, you definitely do owe me.” The blonde teased with a grin before nodding, “Now I have given you your freedom, feel free to do as you please.” The awkward feeling had now temporarily left her, leaving her feeling more at ease with the man than she probably should do. But she wasn’t going to question it, the less awkward the better.

"You don’t have to apologise, at least you managed to get away with some tact; which is better than what I would have done." His lips twitched, "Oh, you’re mistaken— It was having the best time of my life." He spoke with a sarcastic but obviously not serious tone. Of course she was right, it hadn’t been an enjoyable experience to say the least. 

Raising a hand to brush it through his previously rather neat (for a change) hair, he offered her a sincere smile though he didn’t add anything else and kept his thoughts to himself, for a change. “Whenever you want to claim your owed favour, just give us a shout.” He slipped into the way he would have spoken before moving to America. “Me— I mean, give me a shout. Obviously.” 

Now that she had given him the chance to leave after having a brief moment of unity, Alex didn’t particularly wish to want to leave. Though, of course there was no reason to stay near her, he had no reason to stay close, nor did he any right to do so. “In that case, I thank you for the freedom, and I shall leave you to get back to your… date; if you brought a date, that is, I’m not sayin-” Quickly shutting himself off, he gave Dianna a sheepish looking smile, “Sorry.. I’ll leave you, though if I catch sight of her again, I do hope you know that I will hide behind you. Ignoring the fact it’s not very manly.”

After Alex knocked his drink back and inclined his head toward Dianna he was about to turn to leave, “I’ll see you around, Di.” He gave her one of his more boyish smiles, not really paying much attention to what he had addressed her as before he moved away to go back to mingling (and trying to keep as far away from Emma as was possible).

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The Award Goes To… || Pettygron

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Dianna caught Alex’s tone when he tried to brush off Emma and tried her best to keep her features schooled, her head bowing slightly. Once the other woman began speaking again the blonde lifted her gaze to her, flicking the fallen hairs away from her eyes. At her next words, Dianna’s brows perked slightly in surprise. Snobby little… If she was the type to do so, she would have sneered at the younger woman, but Dianna had more class than that. She met Alex’s glance with an uncertain frown before turning back to Emma, “No. No, you weren’t interrupting. We were just talking.” She assured her with a nod.

“Oh, that’s a relief! I’d hate to be, like, the third wheel or something. How awkward would that be, right?” Emma laughed. Dianna only gave a small polite laugh accompanied with a nod, “Yeah… Right.” With a final side-glance in Alex’s direction, Dianna took matters into her own hands. There is no way she could stand talking to this girl all night. “Hey, Emma. You see him over there?” The blonde placed a hand on the other female’s shoulder, directing her to face in the opposite direction. Dianna picked out a random person from the crowds of people, he had their back to them so it was difficult for them to tell who it was. Emma nodded. “I heard him saying that he thinks you’re gorgeous. You should talk to him.” 

The girl watched the man in the distance, and that gave Dianna just enough time to look to Alex. The blonde woman tipped her head in an action for him to follow her — if he wanted to, that was — before picking up another drink and moving away from the unwanted guest. She moved through another crowd of people and to an open space on the other side, now hoping that Emma wouldn’t be able to find them.

It was a good job that Emma seemed to be interested in what she was saying so much because he actually scoffed at her for the sheer irony of the comment that she came out with. As he stood up straight and stopped leaning on the bar, he motioned for the barman to get him the same drink again. A spark of curiousity was in his eyes when Dianna glanced at him again and nodding in thanks to the barman, he watched as Dianna distracted Emma. Of course when the bloke was pointed out, he too looked over, but then raising a brow he turned to the blonde. Had she really? ..He doubted it. 

Seeing Dianna’s head tilt, he sighed in relief and within seconds he had slid behind Emma, close to the bar so he could follow Dianna, not evening sparing a glance over his shoulder until the group of people separate them and the other woman. Though, if he was honest, he didn’t believe that would stop her from finding either of them again during the course of the night. “You are a lifesaver; I owe you one.” Then the realisation that once again, he was with her dawned on him, his lips formed a small smile, “And before we inevitably part ways; you look lovely tonight.” Once a gentleman, always a gentleman— well, sometimes.

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The Award Goes To… || Pettygron

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At the comment from the other man, Dianna’s eyes visibly widened in surprise, her jaw dropping slightly. Oh my God, no. There was no response for Dianna to even give to that comment, the heat had risen in her cheeks and that somewhat receded awkwardness had returned. And it was a lot worse than before. Why must he go there? Why? After watching the man leave, Dianna gave a slight shake of her head she turned her attention back to Alex, allowing herself to sip nervously from her glass. Despite herself, she gave a soft laugh at his comment, “Don’t worry, I didn’t expect you would have. It’s just Matt being Matt and… inappropriate.” She joked, placing her glass down on the side.

Thankfully, Dianna was able to push away the uncomfortable feeling that had swelled from the previous comment. And at that moment another figure approached in her peripheral. This time, a small figure. A woman. The blonde turned to regard the person with a smile, however at the sight of the other woman it almost fell. Emma Roberts. Dianna didn’t know what it was, but she had never really connected with the girl — that may be because of all the connections between exes, but Dianna would deny that.

Her smile was now forced, but still just as gracious. “Hey, Emma. How are you?” Her gaze flicked from the girl, to Alex and then back again before she picked up her glass to down the rest of her drink. If she was going to have to converse with Emma, she would need it. “I’m great, how are you guys? You enjoying the party?” The other female responded, looking between both Dianna and Alex. At which Dianna simply nodded before Emma continued at her own will, “I’m having such a great time. You know, I’m all single and ready to mingle.” Emma laughed, speaking as if one wasn’t an ex and the other wasn’t a best friend of an ex — as well as an ex of an ex, but we won’t delve into that yet.

His tongue flicked out against his lower lip to dampen it, “He’s a twat, a great bloke.. But a twat.” He spoke in a fond tone, Dianna already knew he used bad language so he felt no need to try and change his speaking pattern now. Her joking had been enough to elevate some of the tension he felt, thank God she hadn’t freaked out at the comment. Having been given enough time from his last word to Dianna turning to look at somebody else, Alex took another swig from his drink— and subsequently nearly choked on it when he saw the much shorter woman. Today just keeps getting better and better, Unlike when he’d seen Dianna and there was the urge to speak with her, now he just hoped the other American woman carried on walking. —apparently that wasn’t her intention. 

Even with the new company, Alex had kept his eyes on upon the blonde and caught her look with a slight shocked one from him. That is until Emma spoke and he turned his attention to her, “Hey.” Was his late reply before he unintentionally mirrored Dianna’s nod.  A brow quirked at her comment, “In that case, good luck with that mingling.” He may sounded as though he was brushing her off, and he was- fucking hell two exes, one place, same time. This was quick making him wish he hadn’t actually come tonight. 

Completely disregarding Alex’s tone, Emma laughed rather loudly and continued to prattle on, “Oh, that’s brilliant. Anyway, why are you both over here? You look rather lonely, you should be dancing.” She gushed in the pretentious tone she had adopted. “Wait, I wasn’t interrupting anything was I? I thought— Nevermind.” Staring blankly at her while she spoke, he side-glanced at the blonde. 

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The Award Goes To… || Pettygron

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In her peripheral vision Dianna saw the suit clad figure and was all the more willing to introduce herself and converse with them. That was until her turned her gaze fully onto the man to see it was Alex. Why the hell is he everywhere? and why did he have to look so good in a suit. The blonde almost felt guilty for simply looking away instantly and returning back to her drink. She should talk to him, they can’t just keep going on as if the other doesn’t exist. Besides, it was bound to happen eventually. They should count their lucky stars that they went so long without an awkward meeting. 

When she was just about ready to make her decision to just leave or break the tension and talk to Alex, that’s when Matt approached. Dianna instantly jumped at the opportunity to talk to him. “Hey.” She greeted the tall dark haired man with a bright smile, moving to stand more upright and tucking her hair behind her ears. Matt too greeted the woman with a smile and a tight embrace, “It’s so good to finally see you again. Congrats on the award, by the way.” She commented as she pulled out of the hug and, feeling it would be rude to just blatantly ignore Alex at this point she addressed him too, “You deserve it, you were awesome — both of you.”

Lips forming a slight smile around the rim of his glass when he caught sight of Matt and Dianna hug in greeting, when they separated he caught Matt’s eye and gave him a quick nod in greeting. Despite the fact that he may wish to speak to the blonde woman, he wouldn’t simply interrupt a conversation. Just as that thought had passed through his mind, he’d apparently missed their conversation, when he got a kick to the foot, “You little sh-” he cut himself off as he turned his attention from the git who’d kicked his foot to Dianna. “Uh— thank you. It would have obviously gotten an Oscar if he agreed to get his whole kit off.” He was obviously not being serious but he felt as though he needed to add something. 

Two years may have passed but she hadn’t outwardly changed much; this just caused him to allow his verdant hues to roam over her. He offered his usual half-smile, though it fell as soon as Bomer went and opened his mouth. “The tension between you two is palpable. Do you need a room or something don’tcha? I mean, if you want to make a scene and not get a room, I just think a few people would complain.”

Great. Thank you, Wanker. Before he could say something though, Matt had winked with a “I’ll see you kids later” and left probably to find Simon.. Or something. Shaking his head slowly, ignoring the new found awkwardness thanks to the guy who had just left. “Just so you know, I didn’t put him up to that.” He spoke directly to Dianna.

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The Award Goes To… || Pettygron

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Thankfully the awkward handshake and cheek kiss were over relatively quick, however the tension didn’t dissolve much within Dianna. Once she had greeted and congratulated each of the cast she took her place at the side of the stage while they took turns speaking. But still the awkwardness didn’t leave her, not even a little bit. To be honest she wasn’t really paying attention to what was being said by the actors on stage — only giving a courteous laugh with the crowd. Her mind was still reeling over what had just happened. The nostalgia that came with the softest touch of his hand had her attention focused on him on the stage. Soon enough they were all leaving the stage with Dianna following a few paces behind the men.

It was another hour or so until the Awards had actually ended and a lot of the invited celebrities had departed to the after party which involved another, shorter red carpet littered with paparazzi. Once she was inside the atmosphere was buzzing and Dianna spent her time conversing with different celebrities, though most of it was spent with Taylor. Eventually Dianna had made her way over to the bar to retrieve herself another glass of champaign as she eyed the rest of the room and the mingling people.

Behind the stage spirits were high having won the reply and the men were having a laugh about the fact they should have actually done a dance to celebrate. Throughout the conversations going on, Alex’s gaze once again strayed to Dianna seemingly incapable to not give her all of his attention. When the awards were finished and the after party had been officially started, Alex went through the motions of talking to the paparazzi whom had lined the smaller red carpet. Answering questions about the film, what it was like to work with the other members of the cast, and then his private life. Though, as normal when that came into play he was evasive and made a swift exit. 

Getting close to the entrance of the party, he was joined by Cody. Laughing at one of her comments about their win they entered the party finally. Alex, for one, relaxed a little when they were away from the paps. They separated after meeting a couple more of the cast and having mingled for a short while. Talking to those in attendance who he actually liked and wanted to speak with, Pettyfer made his way to the bar. Not paying attention to much as he was at the very end, but when handed his drink, he saw that red dress again. Of course she’d be here still, dear God. Having a swig of his drink, he leaned against the bar and keeping his attention firmly on not looking at Dianna, he busied himself in his drink and having polite conversation with those whom approached him- though, to be fair, he didn’t actually want somebody to come over who knew both him and Dianna. That wouldn’t help the situation.. That is why he internally groaned when it came Matt.

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The Award Goes To… || Pettygron

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It was the evening of the 39th Annual People’s Choice Awards. As well as being at the ceremony for Glee and to support her friends, Dianna had also been asked to present an award. Also, who would want to miss out on a opportunity to get all glammed up like a beautiful princess? In all her usual elegance, Dianna donned a red dress that stopped just above her knee, choosing to keep her hair down with loose ringlets curled into it. Waiting nervously backstage for her cue, her heels tapped against the shined surface. Dianna was more than used to presenting awards, even some shows, but even then she was nervous and she had never been made to do it alone. There wasn’t much time to dwell on that, because soon enough the presenters had given her introduction and she was walking into the room of applause. Her nervous energy turned into a bright smile accompanied with a small laugh as she took up her position behind the microphone.

As the words travelled up the autocue, the female followed along as naturally as possible. “All good drama movies have deep, meaningful storyline that really connects the audience to the characters and gets them thinking. Titanic — one of the best dramatic movies of all time. Shawshank Redemption. The Notebook… Magic Mike?” With the laugh that came from the audience, Dianna grinned, “No matter how many times I’ve watched that movie, I still can’t figure out the storyline. Let’s that a look at the nominees.” As a clip from each of the films played on the large screen above Dianna a modelesque woman entered the stage with the award to hand to the winners. When the clips had finished and the audience applauded, Dianna the envelope in her hands to reveal said winners. “And the winner of Best Drama Movie goes to…” a laugh escaped her, a smile plastering across her face, “Magic Mike.” 

At which point, the blonde joined in the audience with their applause as she watched the cast of the movie approach the stage to accept the award. As each member stepped onto the stage, Dianna shook their hand, kissed their cheek and offered them a “Congratulations.” It was only two people in when it dawned on her. Alex. It had been almost two years since there split and the last time they actually spoke to each other. Shit. But Dianna carried on with her previous actions, they were on stage and on TV in front of God knows how many people; she had to be professional about it despite the tension building a knot in her stomach.

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Alex had not wanted to attend the People’s Choice Awards, even with the film that he had starred in up for nomination he found those sorts of functions. However, apparently his cast members had entirely different ideas on what the Englishman would be doing that night other than being cooped up in his “cave” as the various press had dubbed his time away from the public eye. Despite his original reluctance after he’d donned a suit and after they’d gotten past the red carpet and the press whom were waiting outside, he was seated with the other cast members whom had shown up. Channing, Joe, Matthew, Matt, Cody, Steven Soderbergh and he made up the Magic Mike party and would all be the people who went to accept the award if they won. If being the biggest word as they were up against some pretty decent films. Along with the rest of the crowds, Pettyfer clapped for the winners, listened to the presenters and various other hosts and laughed were appropriate.

The time for the Best Dramatic Film award to be awarded and as the presenters of the evening took the stage to introduce their next host, just as everybody else Alex sat up a little straighter. However, it has to be said he was not expecting Dianna Agron to be awarding it. ///fuck/// As the blonde beauty walked across the stage a tightness rolled in the pit of his stomach. Two years. It had been two whole years since they’d have any contact following their break up. As everybody laughed at her comment about Magic Mike a slight smile flitted across his features. The clips of the films rolled before the winner was announced, and the whole time he couldn’t quell the uncomfortable feeling within him, nor could he look away. The seats filled with celebrities were silent before breaking into thunderous applause when Dianna announced the winner.

Those closest to the cast shook their hands in congratulations before they stood, Alex part of the group. Allowing his on-screen sister to walk before him, Cody flashed a wink and they descended the nearest flight of stairs to get to the stage. Taking up their places, Alex watched as Dianna said her congratulations to the other members of cast. When she was stood before him, he just stared for a moment. Fuck, how awkward. If he was uncomfortable, imagine what she was feeling. But he had to stay professional. Well, as professional as he could be. He offered her a shaky, almost sheepish half-smile before taking her hand with a softness that he wouldn’t have bestowed upon anybody else and swiftly kissed her cheek, as soon as possible he dropped her hand though it was tinged with some regret.

Turning his attention to Channing who had taken up the podium, award held in his hand. “If you’re under the legal age, you’ll have to leave now while we do our special dance routine we practised for this. But be warned, we let McConaughey choreograph most of it.” Met with laughs and a some wolf whistled, he grinned and the director stepped forward to speak his thanks for the award on everybody’s behalf. Though he knew he shouldn’t, Alex’s gaze travelled to Dianna, taking in how she looked, and still it was awkward. It was time for Steven to stand back and them to follow orders (Matthew’s being for them to all thrust) as the presenters came back on stage and they were instructed as to where to leave by.

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