Re: Chris/Matt - 9 pm, refilling on drinks
Chris shook his head, taking a step backward. "Naw, naw, man, s'fine," he said, still clearly uncomfortable. He turned back to the snack table and started filling up four more cups that he'd somehow navigate through the crowd and back toward his friends, even with his bad leg.
Since he was turned away from the front door, he completely missed the entrance of a new party. He was carefully cradling five cups between two hands (pinching, a lot of pinching was happening at the rims, God help him) when he turned back around, saw the man, and went as white as a sheet.
When he was given his own due credit, what tenuous hold he had on the drinks was lost and they splattered to the floor.