James sweltered under his formal attire, his face looking pale and drawn, what use was it to rent a tux for the evening if he could barely move in it. Slouched in his seat as some bigwig made a toast to those gathered, his glass of wine hung low by his side, the weight of it dragging his arm down, sullenly he looked at it, only half paying attention to the words spoken. [i]Well, it'll only get lighter the quicker I get through it[/i]. He thought, mustering what strength he could to bring the glass to his lips. His nose was met with some sickeningly sweet aroma as the drink ran down his throat, he did his best not to taste it, never the fan of wine.

"Eughhh.... bugger." He muttered to himself, half to do with the poignant aftertaste and half to do with the rest of the drink that had somehow found its way onto his tux, soaking through to his white undershirt. Struggling with the buttons for a moment, James reflected on his current predicament. [i]God, you look like a proper ass, ... but at least you're getting some layers off[/i]. He added as an afterthought flinging the jacket to his side. James did his best to ignore the stares, something he was well practiced at, steadily lifting himself from his seat to go mingle at the buffet, and hopefully get his hands on a better tasting beverage.

"How are we?" He said as way of salutation to the two heroes conversing by the buffet, giving them a brief nod to boot. [i]There we go, civilities out of the way, good lad[/i]. He swiftly forgot them and got to work by rolling up his sleeves, allowing him just that little bit of energy he needed before surveying the table before him. He frowned and put his nose up at most of the food, grimacing as his eyes fell upon some unholy tower of champagne glasses, with no other drinks in sight James heaved a sigh, carefully plucking a glass. With a dejected look he gave the glass a swirl and downed it, this time with much more success. Free drinks didn't come often and with his only form of income being his work as a hero, James wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste, especially as his hero gig was kind of winding down, due to often feeling like nothing more but a glorified stripper. A glorified stripper that beat criminals to a pulp, could lift cars and take a bullet, but a  glorified stripper none the less.

He moved away from the table to go brood out the window in his wine soaked shirt. [i]That's what heroes do right? Brood over the city from above being all dark and mysterious n' shit[/i]. He mused, staring down at himself, by the light off the streets down below the wine kind of looked like blood, the shirt was definitely ruined. 

"Oh well, no use [b]'Whining'[/b] about it.." He chuckled to himself, trailing off as he snapped his neck around quickly to make sure no one heard, it definitely wasn't his proudest line.