Turns out the bartender knows those two people, they're actually good friends.
He often helps them hit on girls.
They've long had an unspoken agreement to deal with beautiful women who come to drown their sorrows.
Quickly, a cocktail with something added was handed to Skye Lawrence, "Here's your drink."
After the bartender handed it over, he began to wipe a glass, acting as if he hadn't done anything wrong, with a composed expression.
Under normal circumstances, Skye Lawrence would definitely not fall for this trick.
But right now, she's in an exceptionally bad mood, and had already drunk quite a bit, so she didn't notice the eye exchange among the three people in mid-air.
She took the goblet, and lowered her head for a sip.
Then she slid her phone's screen again, contemplating her thoughts.
Just at this moment, her phone started vibrating. She glanced at the Caller ID, the name "Oscar" flashing non-stop.
