"That I do," Freddie replied about the vodka. He sipped his own drink, savoring the fortifying feeling as it slid down his throat. He needed all the liquid courage he could get tonight.
He let her walk ahead of him, to make the scenery that much more enjoyable to look at. Emma clearly was as beautiful from behind as she was from the front. Freddie thought a moment about the good luck of stumbling across an event such as this, but brushed it aside, tonight was for enjoying, not contemplating.
"Where to Miss? I'm yours to command." Freddie spoke close to her ear.