"Acting the part"
"Oh Mr. Lane it is a pleasure to be at your-"
Genevieve giddily trips over one of the bodyguard's feet. She spills champagne on the other guard’s suit.
"Are you alright ma'am?" The guard asks, catching Genevieve.
The second guard angrily glares at Genevieve.
"Oh... I'm so sorry!" Genevieve giggles, trying to catch her balance.
"Is there a problem?" Lane asks, looking at Genevieve.
"Honey you're such a lightweight." Clint chuckles, standing next to Lane. "I apologize for my wife."
"She's your wife?" Lane asks.
"Yeah, I'm lucky she picked an idiot like me." Clint smiles.
"She's gorgeous, you are a lucky man." Lane looks Genevieve up and down.
Clint clenches his jaw.
Genevieve looks back at Clint. As she still sells her drunken giggling. Keeping the guards distracted.
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A guest bumps Clint's arm, as they pass him.
Clint exaggerates the bump, placing a tracker on Lane's jacket.
Lane takes his gaze off Genevieve. As he stares at Clint, for touching him.
"Sorry." Clint clears his throat.
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Genevieve steadies herself, and slowly "sobers".
"Thank you, good thing for me... You strong... Handsome... Men caught me." Genevieve giggles.
"Are you sure you're alright ma'am?" The guard asks.
"Oh yes, I just got light headed for a minute." Genevieve sighs.
The guard nods, as his colleague leaves to dry his jacket.