Ronnie lifted his glass of champagne up in greeting and shifted over quickly so Rhiannon had ample space to park herself. “You’re looking might pretty today, if I can say so. Very New Years chic.” This was not his second beverage. It was nearer to being four or five, he’d lost count. But the edge was gone and he was feeling more like his usual self. Thank goodness for high tolerance.
“Yeah, those cougars can be wanderers. Mikey is around here somewhere. Food ain’t too bad, probably over there getting some.” But they could keep each other company until one of them was rescued or it was time to move on to something else. “You doing okay? Things good?”