Katie polished off her food, feeling less drunk than before. She watched with worry as George kept drinking; she didn't want to be a nag, but he might be developing an alcohol problem. Unless he already had one.
She sipped at the glass he'd filled and was glad when he said they were dancing. That'd get them moving and away from the booze. Get the oxygen flowing. She stood and took his hand as they made their way over to a clear spot. "This work for you?" She asked tentatively, putting her hands on his shoulders.