This was comfortable, oddly so, and Emma liked being tucked in close. She held up one hand, knocking away an elbow that came close to her with a sharp, "Oi! That's my nose there that you're about to smack." She glared at the offending person, realizing he was far more drunk than she was, and she wondered why she wasn't rushing to catch up with everyone else.
But she liked being like this, right up against his warmth. It wasn't usual for her, and a part of her wanted to prolong it, since most of her mates weren't willing to give a bit of a cuddle without thinking it meant there were something else going along too. Her cheeks were flushed and warm as she looked up at him. "You keep saying you'll go, and we keep not going," she pointed out. "I'm going to have to pin you down to a date, or just show up at your flat and drag your arse out sometime. 'cept I never know when you're busy with practice and I don't want to interrupt, yeah?"
Head cocked, she asked curiously, "Which one's your favorite?"