Savannah leaned into his arms, making herself comfortable. "Okay, but I totally think you're up to something," she informed him with a teasing grin. "You so don't seem like the type to dress up. I'm surprised you even own a suit."
When the bartender at last appeared, Savannah ordered herself her usual margarita. She liked to drink in style when permitted, although WOPs and beers were the drinks of choice at most of the parties she attended. Once he, too, had ordered, she laced her fingers through his.
The boat shifted, then, driven by the wind and the waves. It pitched quickly to the left, sending someone's drink sliding off the bar and crashing to the floor beside them. Savannah felt her stomach flip a little at the sensation. She hoped it didn't keep doing that all night... Some night for a party. The staff would probably have more messes than usual to clean up.
"You don't think the storm's going to ruin the concert, do you?"