Re: 1st Floor: The Poles
Emerson had to laugh at her. They'd all had nights like she was having, hadn't they? She seemed in good spirits, possibly because she'd consumed some very good spirits. He started toward the door, still carrying her lest she trip and cause any more potential harm to herself.
"You had a good time. I told you to have a good time. I would've been mad if you hadn't gotten smashed. So, no. I'm not mad," he said honestly, smiling down at her as he walked with her in his arms. He had to frown when she mentioned being sore. Was she talking about the dance. "You sore from dancing?" he asked.