An hour later, Palmer stared morosely into the bottom of his glass. “Where are all the girls?” he asked for the tenth time.
Andy looked around the room, trying to count how many girls he could see who weren’t with anyone. Only a handful, if that. And every single one of them had been turned off by Palmer’s drunken advances. Every time he went to the bar for a refill, he came back alone.
“There’s one,” Reese suggested, pointing at a raven-haired woman twice their age who had already told Palmer to leave her alone.
Palmer knocked Reese’s hand onto the table. “Don’t point.” With a lusty sigh, he drank down the rest of his drink. “I guess this just isn’t our night.”
Andy leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he gave them a baleful stare. “I was doing fine,
