Re: 1st Floor: The Poles
Emerson thought she might've recognized him for a moment, but everything quickly turned over on its head as she collapsed and started to plummet forward into the crowd of people. Most of the men who had been tossing catcalls her way moved like the knights in shining armor they clearly weren't. Swearing, the witch picked up the pace, darting forward to catch Piper in his arms as she very nearly had cracked her head open on the ground.
"Fuck, Piper," he muttered, probably giving himself away. "How the hell can you be that amazingly coordinated when you're clearly trashed?" He had to tease her a little, but his voice shook with relief that she was alright.