Jael didn't say anything more to that, reaching out to try the finger food that Rosie had grimaced at earlier.
He instantly understood why she had, "Fuck, no wonder these bastards are so pissy all the time." He muttered.
Rosie anticipated his reaction so she handed him a napkin to spit out the bite-sized poison he had just ingested, a smile on her face. "Let's sneak out in half an hour."
"Gladly," Jael grumbled wiping his lips. He couldn't even get rid of the taste with alcohol because all they served was champagne.
"Think I could convince a server to sneak me a bottle of tequila from the back?"
Rosie eyed the flutes of light gold champagne, she preferred cocktails herself. "This event center is owned by one of those snotty socialites. If a server manages to sneak you one, they'll take him out back and shoot him."
Jael more or less expected that, resigning himself to his lot. He half expected the time to drag on but Rosie was perfect company, her witty remarks matching his.
