“But – but I thought you liked me?” Paul sputtered pathetically as he stared at Becca, the Margarita haze starting to dissipate.

“Oh cheer up. You might as well get what you paid for, those were a lot of Margaritas you bought me, Mr. Ladies Man.” She pulled Paul up and began dragging him to the front door.

Just as Prandi came back to the table, she and Jameson could hear Paul telling Becca, “Hey, the bill wasn’t so bad. The Margaritas were two for one..”

And then they walked out the door and were gone.

“Ugh, I think I need another drink after those two. Can you believe them?” Jameson exclaimed as he handed the bill and his credit card to the waitress.

“If you think that was bad, you should have seen her in the bathroom.” Prandi said with a chuckle as she pulled on her jacket.

“You know, speaking of another drink, do you mind if we hang out a while longer? I’m not ready to let the night end just yet.”

“Sure, do you want to order another drink at the bar?”

“No, I’ve got another bar in mind.”