Lance.
Jack walks back to me with his phone in my grip. I raise a brow at him in question, still feeling very lightheaded.
''Trick is stopping by if that is okay.'' He informs me like I would have a problem with that. I don't know what the bartender put in this drink, but I am already starting to feel drunk. This is not a good thing. Slowly, I push the drink away from me and the man that gave it to me walks back to us.
''More?'' he asks with a faint wink. I look at the glass and it is pretty obvious that I still have a lot left. This seems very suspicious to me. Makes me wonder why he is intent of giving me more.
''No, I am fine.'' I look away from him and Dylan is watching me with a smile on his face.
''Not a fan of alcohol?'' he asks.