Andrew was thankful when Lucas covered the girl. She was too tantalizing, wet. He had dirty thoughts about getting her wet under the sheets. He took in a shaky breath and shook his head. God, now he was hard and there wasn't a lot he could do about it, but try to hide it and ignore it until he calmed down. "Fuck me." He turned on his stool to face the bar again. "We need to get ready for service, before more people show up." He leaned on the bar, not offering to move from his stool, though. There was no way he was getting up right now. He couldn't.<br/><br/>Alora raised a brow at her brother, "I am sure if that's what you want, any one of these girls would be happy to oblige."<br/><br/>Andrew glared at her playfully, "Shut up..."<br/><br/>Alora grinned and put the mop up once she had the mess cleaned up. "You keep drinking that mango, sexy. Let me know if you want another."