"You are very drunk!" Charlie agreed with a laugh, shaking his head at her poor attempt at trying to kiss him. He bent forward to capture a kiss but Penny's head was already ducked away in confusion.
Her toes did look very nice, but made Charlie wonder where on earth her shoes had gone. He knew girls had a penchant for kicking loose the ten inch heels they for some reason wore to events like this, but he had a good feeling that Penelope had no idea where hers were. He supposed that they would either be found tomorrow. But, he couldn't possibly have her walking around like this. The floor was slippery with spilled drinks and who knows what---she'd be the first to fall and split her head on a flower pot or something of the sort.
"Let's get those toes off this dirty floor," he said with a grin, only waiting a beat before bending and swiping Penelope off the floor and into his arms. Hopefully not fast enough to have her get sick all over him, but she had been bouncing just moments before, he figured a change in altitude couldn't hurt too much. Charlie made a big show of moving through the crowd, crowing about catching a troublemaker on the dance floor. The VIP section was surely going to be full of snogging bodies (most likely one being his sister and Charlie did not want to see any of that), he headed straight toward the bar. There, he planted Penny right on the counter top, putting them at eye level. Or, well, when he stood on the ledge that led up to the bar, it put them at eye level.
"You're taller than me now," he said, unabashedly standing between her legs, as it was really the only way to get (in)decently close to her. Being the seemingly only sober person at the club left Charlie with some confidence in his thought process, and he planted his hands on either sides of Penelope.
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