It gets more fun as I go.
As Ardyth cued the musicians Exodus’ face fell.
“Perhaps we ought to go soon.”
“Why now?” said Jennier.
“I don’t dance.” Exodus grimaced.
Jennier was disappointed. “It’s not that late yet. And besides, the line to get off of the palace grounds will be absurd right now; half the people are leaving. If we wait another hour or so, Samuel should be able to get your carriage through without trouble.”
Exodus frowned, but nodded in agreement; Jennier knew how much he hated tight spaces, claustrophobic heat and waiting in line. “I suppose I’ll have another glass of wine, then. Goodness, I haven’t drunk so much in a long time.”
Jennier was surprised. “How much have you had?”
“Oh, this will be my second glass. I think I’m feeling a bit anxious for tomorrow’s presentation, that’s all. Don’t let me do anything rash.”
Exodus said this last with an expression of utter sincerity, and it was all Jennier could do to keep a straight face as he replied, “Yes sir.” Exodus puttered away to get his wine, and Jennier’s mouth broke into a grin. He’d always wondered what Exodus’ idea of a wild night might look like; now he knew.