"Abernathy! I would be honored!" he said drunkenly slinging an arm around her shoulders and leading her toward the drink table.

"You are probably right, I think my friend Emilie can get me latex paint, that seems to be her thing," he giggled taking Abby's cup and setting it down. Not quite the master mixer he made her one of his newly famous vodka concoctions. "For the old country," he said offering her the cup.