"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Bael's voice, cold and angry.
I turn slowly, gripping the counter for balance.
He's standing just inside the door, and he looks... furious, his jaw is tight, his eyes are cold fire, and there's something dangerous in the way he's looking at me.
"Using the bathroom," I say, and my words slur slightly. "That allowed?"
"You're drunk."
"Very observant." I turn back to the mirror, trying to ignore him. "Shouldn't you be out there with your fiance?"
"Shouldn't you be out there not making a spectacle of yourself?"
I laugh, it comes out bitter. "A spectacle? I've been standing in the corner all night trying to disappear, but sure, I'm the problem."
"You've had six glasses of champagne in forty minutes."
"You were counting?" I turn to face him again. "Creepy."
His jaw clenches. "You're drawing attention."
