[ He's not going to argue her complaints on his dateability, not when they're frankly true.
He does sit upright when her seat totters on its legs, and leans the bulk of his weight onto one foot when she clambers off her seat in case he needs to bolt upright when she inevitably trips over her own foot and lands ass up in the air. But by some island miracle, her machinations end up without so much as a single sprained ankle between the two of them, and it's not long afterwards that she's basically melting into his side. Hm.
It would be easy enough to push her away since she is, as they say, tiny. But Eustace is not immune to the alcohol also circulating through his body, and it feels more pleasant than unpleasant to loiter at the bar like this.
One arm settles around her shoulder, mostly to hold her in place lest she somehow lose her balance and topple off her chair. The other hand motions for their friendly robo-bartender to tally up the check, because they are definitely leaving after this. No more booze for Miss Lightweight and her terrible comparisons over here. ]
Flattering. [ And yet strangely accurate. ] Are you saying we should date each other?
[ Obviously not, because she is drunk as hell right now, but that's what it sounds like. ]
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He does sit upright when her seat totters on its legs, and leans the bulk of his weight onto one foot when she clambers off her seat in case he needs to bolt upright when she inevitably trips over her own foot and lands ass up in the air. But by some island miracle, her machinations end up without so much as a single sprained ankle between the two of them, and it's not long afterwards that she's basically melting into his side. Hm.
It would be easy enough to push her away since she is, as they say, tiny. But Eustace is not immune to the alcohol also circulating through his body, and it feels more pleasant than unpleasant to loiter at the bar like this.
One arm settles around her shoulder, mostly to hold her in place lest she somehow lose her balance and topple off her chair. The other hand motions for their friendly robo-bartender to tally up the check, because they are definitely leaving after this. No more booze for Miss Lightweight and her terrible comparisons over here. ]
Flattering. [ And yet strangely accurate. ] Are you saying we should date each other?
[ Obviously not, because she is drunk as hell right now, but that's what it sounds like. ]