Alex looked past Jared at the wall of liquor bottles, a panoply of top shelf booze.
“Shot of Jose?” he requested, raising an eyebrow.
“Sure thing,” Jared nodded, reaching for the Jose Cuervo. “You just missed Marina.”
“I know, I watched her leave.”
“Stalk people much?”
Alex shrugged. “Just trying to avoid any entanglements.”
“You realize, that you are going to be spending twelve plus hours with her for weeks… Months… Do you plan on spending the entire time drunk off your ass?”
“Sounds like a plan to me.”