Re: The City: Sasha, Jude, Oliver
Eyebrows shot to his hairline at the dashed champagne but Jude did the pretty, and slung his arm companionably about Sasha's shoulders and steered her toward the 'talk of money'. They were a number of older people, with a few lone young people threaded through that the room resembled something of a retirement home for the wealthy and stupid. Canapes circulated, and with a grin that twitched into his cheek, Jude liberated several with a deft hand, and indicated Sasha should take them.
"To a good party," he said cheerfully, as they interrupted a conversation about timeshares in the Bahamas, and Jude snagged a flute of champagne while leaning intently (and seriously) into the conversation.
It just so happened that he was so preoccupied by the conversation (and a gentleman complimenting his earnest interest in how to make his money productive - helpful, when Jude had none to encourage beyond its lackadaisical absence) that his wrist turned sharply as he beckoned Sasha inward and oh, whoops, calamity, the champagne soaked the bodice of her dress.
"Napkins," Jude called, in shocked uproar from the little group and the room turned toward the uncouth distraction from the music and the pleasant talk of interest rates. "Napkins, please, I am so sorry."