Rob meandered in the direction of the food tables, so Guy leaned against the wall next to Mikelos. “You’re a million miles away. Coin for your thoughts?”
“Nothing important,” Mikelos said, not about to get into such intricacies with a man a fraction of his age with no real relationship experience. “Pondering the future.”
“We are at a party,” Guy said. “There is no future beyond the next drink, the next dance, and the next snog.” He and Mikelos traded their empty glasses for two full ones via another passing waiter.
“I’d like to see you try to kiss any of the ladies here,” Mikelos said. “I know for certain that you have had no luck within the palace.” His light dinner before the show and his taut nerves were getting the better of him, and the alcohol of the strong rice wine coursed throu
