"What drink are you having?" She sat next to Ose Owen, picked up the bottle of Vodka and inspected it, raising an eyebrow slightly, "Good purity, just one bottle can get you drunk."
She turned her head to look at Ose Owen, a hint of suggestiveness in her gaze, as the man casually hooked his arm around her shoulder and laughed, "I won't get drunk..."
He suddenly leaned closer, lowering his voice to her ear, "Tonight, I'll make sure to take good care of you."
Crossley Gibson felt her face heat up but held back a laugh, pushing him away forcefully and patting his shoulder, "Behave yourself, mind the setting!"
The man remained unfazed, continuing to pull her in, holding her tight, completely unbothered by the presence of a third person.
Across from them, Lorraine Hanson smirked as he drank, leisurely speaking up, "Want me to make myself scarce so you two can flaunt your love?..."
