"So this is the time to ask if I can stick my fingers in your arse," she answers, but she's only using sarcasm as a way to deal with the worry that's creeping up on her. Steve says he's fine, he isn't drunk, but she doesn't think he's had too much alcohol. She thinks something else is going on with him.

"Steve, seriously," she says, pulling back to look at him. She cups his face between her hands and searches his eyes. "You're acting off."

"Oi," someone says from near Maeve's shoulder and she turns to find a tall, strongly built man with impressive eyebrows. "He alright?"

"Why?" she asks, eyes narrowing.

"Saw that other girl slip something into his drink from over there," he answers, nodding to the seat he's apparently vacated.