Brianna's POV.
I let out a sigh through my lips, and Ares' spaced out his hands, directing me to take a seat across from him.
The music started blasting with such annoyance, but I didn't want to complain. I felt like I had ruined enough of tonight.
A smile dropped on my face when Killian passed me a plate of grilled meat, already chopped into tiny pieces with toothpicks attached to them.
Everyone except Stacy and I acted like nothing happened just a few minutes ago. They were already having men's talk and I sensed Diego wasn't having much fun because he didn't get involved quite much.
"Is it rum, beer, or gin you like?" Killian asked. He was being too convincing of the playboy that he is.
"I don't drink alcohol." I explained further when his brows rose. "I had a very bad first exp
