[She is hardly ever one to cut people off from their drinks, but there are some cases where she thinks she is doing them a very big favour. As she nurses her own cider—one of the many that she has had over the course of the evening to help take some of the edge off that comes with being surrounded by all these people and noise—she tries to reach over and grab his while he continues to belt a song. At her? At no one in particular? She does not know, but she cannot stand it anymore.]
sing with me
That. Is enough.