"What?" Harry asked in surprise, wondering where the request had come from.
Jade giggled, "You heard me. I want to kiss you," Jade said, puckering her lips, while Harry drew back from her.
"Jade, you are drunk. I can't let you do that," Harry said reasonably as he let go of her and picked up her handbag from the chair. He took out all the dollar notes she had picked up from the stage and dropped them on the tray containing the now empty shot glasses. Immediately the waiter who had served them rushed down to clear the table and take the money.
"I want to kiss you, Harry. Harry, I want to kiss you. I want to kiss you, Harry," Jade protested loud enough for anyone who wasn't paying attention to the music to hear her as she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him to herself.
