At first, Jake thinks Bella's hand would caress him up his thigh, and he welcomes it—for once in his life, he's not the aggressive one in this foreplay. If Bella wants to touch him down there and waken the dragon, right here in this bar, then so be it. He could die tomorrow. So Jake closes his eyes in anticipation.
Yet, what he doesn't see is how Claire deftly grabs with her other hand the glass of whisky, still with its contents, and with the strength of her entire being, smashes the glass against Jake's face.
The pain is instantaneous, and it drowns him. He tries to open his eyes, and sees only her blurry silhouette against the dim light of the bar. "What the…"
Claire kicks him in the groin. Unbelievable pain explodes there, and he doubles over. Jake couldn't believe this is happening. He attempts to stand up but his vision whites out once again as Claire slaps him across the face so hard that the momentum sends him falling on his back.
