“Lightweights.” Lance whispered underneath his breath before he went towards Zach. He threw his arm around the man’s neck and pulled him close. “Nothing at all, dear boy.” He guided him to the bartender and patted the boy’s shoulder. “Now. Let’s just pay for all our drinks and get out of here. I am sure you want to catch up on old times and hear about Europe or Egypt, no?.” He signaled the bartender and began to push the boy forwards. “Or did you want to hear more about your darling wife and why she is an expect navel licker?” He grinned as he leaned closer, almost touching the boy’s ear with his lips. “You do want to hear the truth, right?..... The actual truth?”<br/><br/>He whispered the last part and removed himself from the lad. He stepped closer to Eva and placed his hand on her knee, not bothering to feel shame or hesitation as he began to slide it upwards. He stopped at her thigh and grinned. “A few drinks back at your place and then we part our ways.” He gave her a grin that spoke of so much more. “As I recall you tend to favor a… ‘larger’ crowd.” He kissed her on the cheek, not bothering if he was rejected or not. “I’ll see you and little Zach outside.”