Charlie snorted with very little grace, rolling her eyes and glancing over at the other man. "You should come to my room," she said, dropping the false Austen voice and putting her foot in the way of the door. Calvin wouldn't be able to close it without her moving out of the way, just the way she liked it. "Come on- Ben and I are watching BBC shows and we've got some champagne. I know that you're worried about getting light headed if you have some fresh 'not-Cal's-bedroom air, but I think it would do you some good," Charlie informed him. Her arms were crossed, and she looked less willing to move out of the way than usual. Most other evenings, Charlie had allowed Calvin to go back into his bedroom. For once, that was not an option. Not on New Years.
"Come on- please? For me? You don't have to drink, you can just make sure I don't try and kiss Ben at midnight. I might give him cooties!" she exaggerated, wiggling her eye brows comically. Okay, so that hadn't really gotten him to crack up since he was, like, five. But still.