Aria frowned making a swipe for the cup “oy! That’s my drink” she saidKevin’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. 4?! He thought, automatically looking for some sort of clock. It didn’t feel like a lot of time had pasted since he left her to go dance. How she was still standing, and not throwing up—or worse, dead—he had no idea.
“No no no, that’s not good. No more of these for you,” he said, taking the mug from her. He glanced around the bar, hoping Korim could help him get water, but he was no where to be seen. He ran a hand through his loose hair, mentally hitting himself for leaving her. It was irresponsible, on both of their parts.