Ace pushed the strange girl away, and rose to his feet. "What do you think you're doing?" He asked in a cold threatening voice.
"Oops," she covered her mouth and giggled, clearly drunk. "My friends. A dare. But it's true what they say." She laughed again, and sashayed out of their presence.
"Hey, calm man. Calm." Landon standing up, helped Ace back to his seat.
"This is crazy, man! No one wants to take a fucking hint. Do I need to print an I'm not interested and on my fucking forehead?" He hissed, and dropped to his seat.
Landon leaned to the side on his chair, carefully observing his friend.
"What?" Ace asked when he noticed him staring.
He opened his mouth to answer when the waiter returned with their whiskey.
"I'm so sorry for the delay, sirs. There was a slight holdup at the inventory."
"Just give me that." Ace snatched a bottle out of his hands, while the waiter placed the other bottle on the table.
