"You do that again, pretty," Emma smiled politely, whispering lowly, "I'll break that glass over your head. Shall I get us some more?"
Retrieving another from a passing waiter, Emma looped her arm through Remy's and ran her eyes over the passing crowd. She'd made him go with her as part of the payment for her ruined car, and the night was actually turning out to be quite delightful. Remy seemed to share her taste in both men, and women, and the majority of their time at the party so far had been spent rating their fellow party-goers.
"No, darling," she nudged him in the ribs, pulling his attention from some skinny young thing. "She's far too thin. You'll want a girl with meat."