He turned around and went back to the bar. Asher was fast. He hid before Pepper could see him.
He had never experienced that much intense jealousy or maybe not jealousy but something close to it before. It like a second cousin of Jealous and he was going to be damned if Pepper saw him feel it. He didn't need a mirror to know that second cousin of jealousy was not a good look on him.
He went back to the table and emptied the whole liquor in the cup he was holding. He needed something stronger than this. He needed a good bottle of scotch to prevent him from going over to where she was dancing like a stripper and force her out of the other man's hands. And then redesign the man's face with notable permanent scars.
"How many drinks did she have?" Asher asked the bartender, who looked at him like it was none of his business.
He knew how to deal with him and what he needed to do. He took out his wallet and gave him 200 dollars.