Sharon and Mobius
As the minutes passed and the alcohol from the Asgardian Drink settled more into her system, Sharon could feel herself getting more and more tipsy. And it was great. Aside from private nights with Mobius, she hadn't let herself go down the path to drunkenness for fear that she might say something she'd regret. Mobius knew all her secrets, though. He was safe. (And sexy.) She trusted that he would protect her should she start to say something unwise.
He helped her out of her sweater and she was struck by how gentle his hands were. She teetered on the spot when the sweater came off, caught off-balance, then she took hold of the back of a nearby chair so she wouldn't fall over. ...yes, it was definitely time to find a place to sit down.
Mobius was back before she really realized he was gone, and Sharon grinned drunkenly at him. "...I had so much to do. Running a criminal empire takes a lot of work, Mobius. But I didn't get shot today, so I figured you'd be proud of me."