JAMES
I pass through the guests, offering champagne. I've never been a waiter in my life before today, but find I'm rather enjoying myself.
Not that I'd want to do it every day....
I pass out my first tray of drinks, then head back for a refill. A fresh supply on my tray, I return to the guests to find a general drift out of the lounge and towards the gym.
Some display Michael's arranged perhaps...?
In the gym, groups of the glitterati mill and chatter. Then I see....
It's Richard and Beth, both intent on some sight out of my view, leaning into each other and murmuring something I can't hear.
Trying hard to keep my face straight, I move to come up from slightly behind them, offering the tray. "Champagne, sir? Madam?"
Richard reaches for two glasses, passing one to Beth, then double
