Alex barked a laugh as he noticed his teammate rush towards the garage. “And purr she did!” He shouted, voice filled with boyish amusement. He glanced at the rest of the room, the people in it, and found out he was the only one laughing. No doubt miss Firestone was too high and mighty to enjoy such a fine joke. Still, the woman had a better body than he had given her credit for in his dreams. “Feel free to shout at me when you like.” He said, eyes scanning her still exposed upper body. God, he wanted to touch those knockers right here and now. He almost had to tear his eyes away from her frame, yet he managed to pull it off, eying Wiggy. “You..” He said, pressing a single digit at her chest. “Me..” followed after, his frame moving closer towards her, nearly pressing against her own body. “Drinking, now!” He’d grab her wrist and drag her out of the bar if she let him. A little resistance was fun to toy around with, yet if she truly said no to him, he’d let go and go alone. He needed to blow off steam and she was offering to buy, was she not?