"As you wish," Stebbins intoned solemnly, plucking the empty wineglass from her fingers and giving a slight bow. "One glass of white wine coming right up."
It was about time he got another glass of whiskey, he decided as he weaved through the crowd to the bar. Stebbins only cast one sneaky glance behind him at her, for which he was rather proud. He could have looked at her for a long time if that hadn't also been an extremely creepy idea. Perhaps another glass of wine might lighten her mood enough for him to be able to garner a dance from her. Though he had lost hope of getting a snog from anyone at this wedding, he could at least aim for a dance.
He returned swiftly, though another small child did nearly trip him on the way back. "I hope this is to your taste, m'lady," he said with a lazy smile, presenting the wine to her.