I gesture with my head that Cian and Rory are to go check it out while I deal with Erin.
The eejit doesn’t take no for an answer, and as Erin waits for him to finish whatever nonsense he’s carrying on with, her gaze lands on me. I expect her to look away, but she doesn’t. She makes it very clear that she’s checking me out and likes what she sees.
My skin crawls, but my mask is firmly in place as I grin, then raise my eyes to the heavens as if bored by the cockhead in front of me. Erin smiles, brushing a piece of blonde hair behind her ears.
The eejit finally gets the hint, and he and his friends leave, which gives me room to step forward. “Three pints of Guinness, thanks,” I say in an American accent that would make Amber proud.
Erin nods and commences pouring my drinks.
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