Her foot catches slightly on the stone path and she stumbles, not enough to fall, but enough that her body tilts sideways.
"Elaine," I warn.
She wobbles again and I'm moving before she hits the ground. My hand catches her arm, the other going to her waist, pulling her back against me. She's much lighter than I expect.
She bursts out out laughingh, full bellied breathless laughter, like this is the funniest thing that's happened all night.
"Wow," she says, turning her head to look up at me. Her eyes are glassy and her pupils are blown wide. "Okay, yeah. I definitely smoked too much."
I tighten my grip. "You think?."
She grins. "My head feels like it's floating somewhere above me. Like I could just reach out and..." she lifts her hand and waves it lazily ".....catch it."
I swear under my breath. "You're not funny."
"I am," she says immediately. "I'm hilarious, You are just allergic to joy and happiness."
She tries to step away from me and almost goes down again.
