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Francesca?! [Anthony most certainly had not been in the middle of getting tipsy himself and he had most definitely not been about to unbutton his waist coat. he's quick to get the buttons done up again as he crosses the party to stop his sister before she can completely disgrace herself. Her name is whispered harshly under his breath as if he's worried he might draw attention to them, not that anyone actually seems to care.]

What are doing? This is no place for a young lady. [His grip on her arm is likely far too tight, bordering on bruising, as he leads her forcefully away from the party.

Another party-goer spots them, and concerned asks Francesca if 'this guy is bothering her'. Anthony is quick to snap at their fellow guest and push past them, still dragging Francesca along.] I'm her brother!