Alexander's attention snapped the moment the bottle tilted toward Lana's glass. His jaw tightened, the idea of anyone pouring Lana a drink almost repulsing. He glared at him but he was too busy staring at Lana to notice, Alexander immediately reaching for his glass to shove it at him, his voice clipped and final.
"Pour me one instead. She doesn't drink."
Lana blinked, startled by the sudden edge in his tone.
"She doesn't?" he stared at Lana for a while but didn't insist. "Well, I'll be honored to pour you a drink, Mr. Frane."
He poured him a drink. And then Alexander returned the same. And with a couple bad jokes being passed around, Alexander's wine glass was filled numerous times until the three bottles of wine on the table all became empty.
