C77 WARM HANDS.

The crystal chandeliers of the Lounge showed shadows across Britney's face, highlighting the defiance blazing in her eyes. She glared up at Lornado, her fingers circling the top of an empty glass. "What does it look like I'm doing?" she drawled, words slightly incoherent.

Lornado's jaw clenched, a familiar tension headache building behind his eyes. "It looks like you're drinking," he growled