He steadied a hand against her back just in case she felt like tipping backwards. Maybe she had plans to get drunk all night, but maybe he had plans to finally get her alone. He didn't like being around so many people, it was almost like the closed in and made him claustrophobic. Too many people were like a net or a trap trying to pull him away---and he'd caught this fish. She wasn't going anywhere.
"Do you always drink so much or is it because I'm here?"