"Um..." Sophie blinked woefully at Harper. She had to be polite...but..."You're faces are scary," she murmured in a low voice. Well they were! She then squeaked as she found herself jerking forward, tripping over her shoes or clothes or who knows what.

"Someone," Rye murmured, slipping from his arm with an attractive smile, "Needs to loosen up." She drifted the last few feet to the bar's counter herself, ordering a mixed drink as opposed to flat alcohol.