He stared. A coworker behind him snickered which meant he wasn't going to live the full-naming down.
Pointedly ignoring the guy next to her who was mumbling something about her hair or whatever, his eyebrow raised at her request. It didn't take a genius (case in point) for him to realize there was a lot more something off with Ella than he originally dismissed. It wasn't that she wasn't allowed to drink, not at all. But Will couldn't recall a single time he ever saw her completely inebriated.
That was his job.
"Ella," he lowered his voice so no one but her would hear him, "what are you doing here, and why are you drunk?"