I looked into Jack’s face. His green eyes collided with my steel-blue ones.
That asshole
I could have punched him.
This is a public place, and I don’t feel like stirring up trouble…Yet.
Brandy took control of the situation and dragged all of us to our table.
We waited in silence for a while, but Brandy didn’t seem to notice the tension, then started talk to Ashley at a million miles an hour. I still held a steady grip on my gaze. When the waitress came to get our orders.
“Coke and a New York Strip, please.” I said.
“How do you want that?” She asked with a pearly smile.
“Rare.”
“And you?”
“Scotch and a cheeseburger please.” Jack said.
What the hell kind of combination is that?!
When our food came, Jack and I dug into our meals, a competition to see who could eat most and first. Jack drained his scotch in one gulp.
“Hey, Jack, you ever heard of liver disease? It’s pretty bad, I hear. Better go easy on the sotch there, buddy!” I shot at him.