"I've never have too many!" He claimed, almost knocking Enigma out of his lap.
He curled an arm around her to support her from falling completely over, and then looked around for another tray of drinks.
Distracted by her comment, Eddie looked up and then frowned, uncurling his arm around her. He didn't care if she fell anymore. He grumbled. "We need harder stuff than champagne. I know Stark has good stuff stashed somewhere. All the rich types usually do."