I manage to get rid of Mike, but not without the help of Angela 'accidentally' spilling her drink all over him when she came to rescue me.
I wish so much it had been you instead. A few times I had thought for certain that you were going to come over and join me, only for you to return to the bar for another drink instead.
I've never seen you like this before.
You're not quite drunk yet, but you are definitely a little tipsy and unsteady on your feet. I even hear you fumbling over your words as I walk past you to get another drink from the bar myself.
You seem nervous.
Perhaps that's why you have been knocking back the drinks so quickly.
I think you may need to slow down, otherwise I fear you wont make it through dinner.