In reaction to Archie's remark, the facial expressions of everyone else in the private room changed drastically, their thoughts evident in their eyes as they stared—and Avery glared—at him.
Emma's face broke into a smile, all of her displeasure from earlier disappearing entirely from her eyes.
"Oh my god, did the sun rise in the west today? Arch just complimented Vee?!" she gasped, her eyes sparkling in delight. "You aren't trying to say you like my sister, right?"
Arthur, with confusion dominating his face, was the one who replied her, "Definitely not, Emma. Arch is taken, he's ma—"
"Arthur," Archie cut him off and as noisily as he could, dropped the whiskey glass he had been holding on the table. "Why don't we keep our mouths off each other's relationship matters?"
Even though he asked the question nicely, the others knew there was no other answer to it than a yes. Arthur nodded with a nonchalant shrug,
