She needed to get better control of this situation. And fast. She didn't turn to look, but she no longer felt hot and red in the face, so perhaps the queen wasn't looking anymore.
"You don't have to leave. Her Excellency made a point of no public displays of drunkenness, though. Or anything like it."
Something about the look on the man's face was making her not let go, though her grip relaxed. At least her words were an attempt at sounding authoritative. And she did have the outfit.
Annabelle led him away from the queen's line of vision and deeper into the crowd before letting go. "Just keep out of her sight." Before she could let go of the guy's arm, Annabelle felt her power reach out into it and into the muscle with a little jolt. Her eyes didn't go wide, because she'd been practicing not doing that, but she did say 'oh, fuck,' fairly loudly, earning a few glares from partygoers.