With the corner of his eyes, Puternic watched Alexa moving to a table, not far from him and Alexa, and he nodded. In reality, he wanted the satisfied vampiress next to him, even though he understood that Alexa could have conceded some degree of 'privacy'. Not that Puternic cared about privacy at all: he would take Alexa and Vivian in that room, without caring whethere there were rules to be followed. He was used to dictate the rules and one of them was that his libido had no rules.<br/><br/>This is why he kept smiling as the thirsty Vivian toyed with his wrist to have her drink. Why so much effort to get something she described as poison? The effects of alcohol on people has always puzzled Puternic: he never ordered something alcoholic, even though he would gladly drink the spirits if he was offered. How could Vivian enjoy what Puternic had to offer if she were drunk? To his eyes, drinking would help Vivian to experience better sexual pleasure with inferior men, who were unable to fully fulfill a female's ardent body. That girl was really in need of a man. And Puternic was there to help her.<br/><br/>"I do not start games I am bound to lose, Vivian", he smirked as his both hands touched her knees and slowly began to move up towards her waistline. "I am sure you know more about drinks than I do, I am not afraid of admitting that", Puternic winked. It was hard for an Alpha to concede he was not the best in something. Possibly, one could have realized the painful tone of his confession. "But I am sure that my game is far better than the one you have in mind".<br/><br/>Puternic continued as his hands groped her waistline and pulled her to the edge of the counter at the same time he stood up, towering her momentarily. Right after, he bent his knees, so that his lips would be lowered to her height. His large right hand explored the frame of her small body, roaming up in her back, until reaching the nape of her neck. In no time, Vivian could not resist: his lips were sealing with hers at the same time his tongue invaded her mouth. Violently, his tongue struggled with hers, feeling the relaxing taste of vodka. However, what pleased Puternic more was Vivian's own essence: the girl tasted so good and the alcohol was actually spoiling her.