"But..." A wrinkled nose. A quasi-whine. "Mingling is hard, Adam." Naea gave a bit of an eye-roll and bumped into her friend gently. "I should, though. And if anybody gets bored, well, then I fear I have not done my job. You! Go! Mingle and be merry!" Ah, she loved Adam, truly. Not in the romantic heart-fluttery-raining hearts and glitter-shitting-unicorns way, but he was a damn good friend.
Shooing him off, she leaned down into one of the coolers and dug around for something that would be a little fruity on the palate.
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