“Not your fault just, something thrown at you.” He said when she already apologized. His body had made ready, mostly for a glass to be thrown at his head. To say he was grateful when it didn’t wouldn’t cover it. This one was too unpredictable for his liking. He’d thought he’d had something before when the mess happened and threw that idea out. Now he was back at square one.<br/><br/>A long slow calming breath hissed passed his lips while he took a seat. This was going to be longer than he wanted. Glancing toward her he saw the struggle to process all that happened. He would have chuckled at the movie comment had it not been a bad time. If she knew how wrong that was. Movies got some of it right, the rest was Hollywood glamor. He? He was he? Lance thought as he leaned against the counter more, downing the last of his drink.<br/><br/>He opened his mouth when his reflexes began to scream at him. It took a lot not to jump Scotch for that. Every muscle, every nerve ending wanted to but he didn’t. A lifetime of training taught him those reflexes while the holding back was secondary. Oh he trained for that too, just not as long. Unclenching his white knuckled fists he relaxed his body and let them have their moment.<br/><br/>Everything was going alright. He’d been getting closer to figuring out how to get his own prize. Fingers played with his glass letting Scotch slowly come to understand something serious was wrong. Condensation from the glass glistened on the island top. He’d really been nursing his compared to her. Eyes going to Scotch when he heard the tone change he said; “you may want to sit down.” Standing himself he pulled out another glass for the man remembering where she’d grabbed theirs. Waiting for the other man to sit, or not, he went into detail about what happened, well what he’d told Tequilla. He wasn’t sure how the man would react of if he would even be believed, he was a stranger after all.<br/><br/>When he was done he was sitting across from the man ready to defend himself if he had to. “I know what I am saying sounds crazy or unbelievable but it is real. I haven’t told Tequilla yet but I would be willing to help figure this out. I’m in this too and after what happened I may have a hit or mark, whatever it is called, on me now too.” He gave a small nervous chuckle. “You probably don’t believe that I’m what I say I am or that I’m even in it for the right reasons but in all actually, I surprisingly don’t care.