Something was definitely not right, and despite the pleasant giddy drunk she'd been feeling just moments before, reality crashed in rather suddenly just then. Right. That thing she'd been happy to forget in the couple of hours she'd spent getting drunk with her teammates. The girlfriend. When someone stumbled into him, she did step into his space again, her hands reaching out automatically to help steady him though he might not have even needed it. "All right, yeah, that's a good idea," she agreed.
When she grabbed his hand this time, it was without any ulterior motives. She pushed through the crowd, tugging him along with her, hoping he wouldn't mind.
Once they were outside, the burst of cool, fresh air helped push even more of the drunk fog from her mind, and she breathed it in deeply before turning to him. She was about to say something, when she noticed the cluster of people hanging around outside the club, gesturing toward them and chattering at each other in hushed, excited tones. She had a feeling Jenn was really not going to be happy with her in the morning.
"Oliver, this is going to sound insane, but just humor me, oui?" She shifted so she could try to catch his eye, wanting him to look at her. "They've already noticed us out here together." She paused, nodding her head toward the group. "And there's only going to be more of them if we linger. Would you like to come back to my house? For some Sober Up and tea or coffee," she added, willing him to see the sincerity in the offer. She did actually want to talk to him, find out what was going on and why he'd led her on, but here didn't seem like the best place to do so.