The champagne has gone straight through me, and the need to find the restroom is becoming urgent. I approach Arlo, who’s in deep conversation with Ace and Lazarus, their faces animated as they discuss something I’m sure is far above my understanding. I try to keep things light. "Arlo, I need to go to the restroom. This champagne is running through me like water."
He glances at me, concern flashing briefly in his eyes, a look I’ve come to recognize all too well. "Okay, I’ll go with you."
I laugh softly, shaking my head. "No, Arlo. This is your night. Enjoy yourself, talk to your friends. I’m just going to the bathroom."
He hesitates, the protective instinct in him warring with his trust. After a beat, he nods, though I can see the reluctance in his expression. "Fine. But Thomas will go w
