Esme spun her glass on the table a few rounds before she took another drink. She looked at Frank and then over his shoulder at the bouncer by the side door. Her lips curled slightly before she took another drink.  "Frank, whose hair-brained idea was it to hire you of all people to protect me, hm?" she asked as she sat back in her chair with a matter of fact tone to her voice. "I want a name" she demanded, "So I can properly kick the person's ass!" she snapped.<br/><br/>She didn't want Frank back in her life. She left him for a reason.