Agrus turns his eyes upward, mouth already full of smoked ham. the red haired man swallows forcefully, coughing slightly around the mass of half chewed meat [color=DarkRed]"Agrus,"[/color] He says cheerfully, putting on a public face [color=DarkRed]"Not big on the sweet stuff. More of a meat and potatoes type. comes with my line of work."[/color] 
The retired champ says, scanning the table more thoroughly [color=DarkRed]"Surprised at the variety of food,"[/color] he continues [color=DarkRed]"Usually these fancy events only have stuff I can barely pronounce the names of."[/color] the man finishes, spotting his quarry on the table, [color=DarkRed]"Speaking of meat and potatoes..."[/color] he trails off, grabbing a proper plate, the red headed man heaps on roasted red potatoes before picking up a knife, roughly hacking off a turkey leg [color=DarkRed]"Glad to know they have real food, letting my cousin drag me along wasn't a loss after all."[/color] he says, examining Gerald [color=DarkRed]"So, you a guest or a plus one like me?"[/color] the man backs away from the table, a fork in one hand as he begins to stuff potatoes into his mouth, looking around at the crowd. [color=DarkRed]"What's up with this music, though? I expected, like, classical. something a bit more palatable, you know?"[/color]

Across the room, Garen sits silently at the bar, sipping on his drink and slowly drifting off into his own thoughts, he mutters under his breath a bit, seemingly about some story or another.
(I can expand if need be. my weakest point as a writer is padding out paragraphs. need to work on that...)