Maryanne wasn't the sort to be the designated driver, but she could handle her liquor better than most here. She watched the party goers arrive, winking at Dean as he snagged his bottle. She would have served, but if they were willing to serve themselves, well then she was all for it.
Maryanne sat on the bartop, a little way away from everyone else. Legs folded, simply watching. Listening. If anyone got out of hand she could play bouncer.
She had to admit it was hard to focus with Anders around, she wasn't sure what it was about him that prickled her senses, in the most sensuous way possible, but it was there. And she found herself having pornographic thoughts about her husband. It was a better route than picturing anyone else in the pub naked.