OLEANDER
I returned to the bar after Hex left, and thankfully, the reason for our argument was gone. Also, I managed to order a drink even though I had no cash on me.
I guessed the bartender liked my face enough to let it slide.
I was halfway through my third drink when Dante returned, his gaze hardening the moment it landed on me. His eyes swept from my face to the whiskey in my hand, then back to my face.
"Lea," he murmured, stalking toward me.
I shot him a lopsided grin, tilting my head. "Hi."
"Are you drunk?" he grunted, snatching the glass from my hand and tossing it into the trash.
"Hey!" I glared, swatting at the hand that yanked me off the chair. "That was mine!"
"How much did you drink?" he snapped.
"Just three," I muttered, frowning. I placed my hand on my lips trying to stifle that laugh that threatened to burst out of my mouth. It slipped free anyway.
"Just three?!" Dante barked, unamused. He let me go and then lunged for the bartender.
