Dev's eyes went wide. He was leaning closer and - was he - was he actually coming on to her? Maybe I'm more drunk than I thought, she thought, swallowing back a sudden serge of nerves and - her stomach was starting to feel a little queasy too.
The feeling eased off when he stepped back, and once again Dev dismissed it as nothing without giving me a second thought. She meant to respond to his teasing about 'consorting with the enemy,' but then he asked her, point black, to dance with him - the request filled with confidence it was almost a command and Dev should not have found that so appealing, but she found herself wanting to agree and before she'd even thought about it she nodded.
"Well, it is my birthday," she said, quickly tilting her head back as she drained the remnants of her lemonade, exposing the long line of her throat, before placing the glass on the bar. She pointed a finger at Ash and grinned before mock-scolding, "But no funny business."