Abia’s face turned a bright red as her eyes widened and her mouth gaped. “I-..uh...I...wh-...” not even a single word could make it past her lips.<i>What is with</i><i>this</i><i>guy</i>!? Then he has the nerve to drink somebody else’s drink! If it weren’t the fact that he had been the one to pay for all the drinks in everybody’s hands right now, she’d have been ready to blow a fuse from the thieving act, especially so after throwing out a person who pulled the same antics.<br/><br/>Instead of fury, however, the only emotion that could make it through was complete embarrassment with a splash of anger. With nothing that could be said, Abia just threw her hands into the air and let out a loud, exasperated, “ARGH!” She got up off the counter, poured the poor gentleman a new drink after Victor so crassly took his previous one from him, and stomped away, her posture rigid with her shoulders lifted and her hands balled into fists.<br/><br/>All that time, Sarah had her face buried in her hands, half crying, half laughing. She had rarely seen Abia in such a state, but this man<i>reeeeaaally</i>knew how to push her buttons, and it was probably one of the most amusing things she’s seen in years.