Before Dale could drink, Julian pulled the glass from his hand.
"She's just an employee. Hardly worth your attention, Mr. Quinn."
Julian drank it himself, in one motion.
"Right, right Mr. Cross has a point. I'll take the penalty myself, then."
Dale matched him.
The two of them kept trading rounds while Eleanor sat off to the side, bored past the point of caring.
Every time Dale tried to press another glass on her, Julian intercepted it.
She hadn't expected him, of all people, to be the one running interference for her tonight.
Though it was just as likely he didn't want the hassle of managing her once she was drunk.
A knock interrupted them a server delivering a fresh dish.
"Ordered this specially for Ms. Hale. Papaya and snow frog stew, good for the skin. Try it."
When Eleanor
