Evie wasn't sure why, but she was getting the impression that he really wanted to get her away from the party, and that seemed a bit weird, because it had seemed like he'd wanted her to come when he'd asked if she was going to. But maybe he hadn't, really. Maybe he'd only asked out of some weird sense of obligation toward her. Maybe he was disappointed she was here, and that thought brought a pout to her lips.
But then he said maybe they'd come back down together, and she forgot her concerns for the moment. She brought her other hand up and flapped it toward him. "Here, help me up, please!" she said, still not sure her feet wouldn't give out on her as soon as she tried to stand. With his help, though, she managed to get on her feet, she just didn't have much luck staying on them as she stumbled into him as soon as her full weight was on her feet. "Fuck! Ooopsy!" she said, giggling again. Oh yes, she was drunk. A different drunk than she'd ever been before, but definitely drunk.