Later that night......
She was, without a doubt, drunker than anticipated. Between the flirting and the conversation and the low lighting and the Médoc, she had't quite noticed just what an overwhelmingly large proportion of the two bottles of wine she had in fact consumed herself. Aspel had seemed to take it in stride, reacting with amusement when, at the end of the night, Ari attempted to walk -- well, spot stand, really -- and discovered that the world was swaying around her. She had fallen back into her seat with something between a shriek and a laugh, and it was perhaps no surprise that Aspel had had to pick her up and carry her out.
It had seemed, for a few moments, anyhow, hysterically funny, and when the laughter had faded, Ari had placed her head on Aspel's shoulder, nuzzled the skin closest to her lips, and contentedly allowed herself to be handled.
"I hadn't meant... well," she managed at last, with an attempt not to slur her words. "I drank quite a lot." Which was quite the understatement. Hadn't she had a thought to picking up where they had left off once they got back to her flat? Not that she was too drunk to enjoy herself (she rarely got that drunk), but something about sobriety and new territory... She sighed, heavy and rather put-upon, at the thought, then added, as the thought had occurred to her, "Your shoes. I told you they were worth it." The other woman's capability to walk with such ease while carrying someone else seemed to speak well of them (well, and her own strength, but that was a given; Ari's fuzzy mind was rather more focused on the shoes at present).