His eyes glanced at each passing waiter, deciding on which one would be missed the least. Rowan stole his thoughts back, finally turning to the woman next to him. “Take your pick. There’s plenty to choose from.”

The dress was hard to miss, approaching Bailee with a smirk. “Damn, girl. How am I supposed to flirt with any of the girls in here when you’re the hottest one?” 

Something had told Seth to cut himself off at about half the cup, but he’d finished it a little too quickly, his mind already becoming a bit fuzzy. He didn’t drink too often, the low tolerance he had becoming more prominent with the potency of the new liquor. “What about him?” Seth pointed to a guy about their age. “You could get with him.”