“I only had one” she complained but her hand held up four fingers,Kevin turned in the direction his name was called, peering over the heads until he spotted a very tipsy Aria.
“Excuse me,” he said, sticking a finger up. Breaking away from his dance partner, he brushed past the crowd of people until he reached Aria.
“Ari!” He exclaimed. His smile instantly switched to one of worry, touching her shoulder to keep her steady. “You didn’t listen to my advice, did you?” He shook his head. “Let’s see if we can get you some water.” He gently lead her to the bar, the crowd breaking to make room for the large man.
As she spoke of taking over the village, Kevin gave her a quizzical look. “Hand. . . Servant? I suppose I do have nice hands.” He said loudly, flexing his hands as he examined them.