Finally, under Luke's enthusiastic insistence, all ten or so men stayed, and Selina didn't dare say a word.
"Drink… come on, drink up! What, are you disrespecting me or something?!"
Three rounds in, just as expected, Luke was completely drunk, clutching Selina's sleeve with tears welling up in his eyes.
"They've had it so hard… sob… way too hard…"
Selina: "…"
Luke clung to the guys, making them tell him stories about their time working at the bar. He listened wide-eyed, completely absorbed.
Selina couldn't help it. "You should slow down on the drinks."
"Why slow down? The drinks are bought, the money's spent, why not drink?!"
Luke crooked a finger, and one of the men leaned in flirtatiously. But as soon as he got close, he looked at Luke, then Selina, then back again—completely unsure who he was supposed to serve. "Um…"
Before he could finish, a surprised shout came from the door.
The noisy bar instantly fell silent like someone had hit mute.
