Smitten wasn't the word she'd use. Somewhere in Honey's mind she believed that someday, perhaps when she was on Holiday in Greece...or the vineyards of Italy, she'd finally meet the man who only had eyes for her. That believed truly no other woman could satiate his volcanic desires like she could....and he wouldn't have to be drunk to be happy to see her.
Of course it was hard to think these thoughts when he was rubbing his scent all over her, marking his territory- her being the territory. Maybe later he'd piss on her leg. Xander was such a slob.
Never a dull moment right?
Of course it was Paul. Who else would he contact while he was drunk and in such close proximity to his own army of friends. Honey felt pretty alone in that moment, as Xander waltzed to the door in his slippery state. She'd tried to reach out and be neighborly but sometimes it wasn't easy for her to do so in that give peace a chance, buy the world a coke sort of way that seemed to be popular in this building.
Awww. But how could she NOT be glad to see Paul. Look at him. All sheepish... "You're too adorable Paul! You are not interupting a thing. Absolutely nothing at all." She got up from the couch, moved over to the kitchen and bent ( with a lady like bend at the knee) to the special, temperature controlled wine vault that was, if you could believe it, a built in appliance of the penthouse! "You're always welcome!"
Spare no expence and now that the nuptials were complete they never had to again. "Let me pour us a glass of wine."Honey stood back up strangling a bottle of red and a bottle of white with two hands. She glanced at the empty bottle Xander had purged on with the tiniest scowl. It had been tossed with little after thought. She noted a few specks of purple had bled into her side of the carpet. But, she didn't say a word and wouldn't embarass Paul by creating a scene about something so insubstantial.
Besides, you didn't train the fleas in the circus by stomping on them.