The woman was also a veteran of love, and she suddenly understood.
She pushed Irish away, disgusted and got up, and cursed a fierce "You are sick!" Then she escaped and left.
Irish closed their lips and drank up the cocktail in her hand with a smile.
She was about to go back to her position. The light suddenly went dark, and a man blocked her light.
She looked up. It was a handsome young foreigner who made a straightforward invitation.
"How about I go with you if she doesn't want to? Or are you coming with me?" He sat next to her, smiling at her, with light surging in his eyes.
Irish understood the meaning of his ambiguous words. No one would hide their intention in the bar on such a night. Straightforwardness and quickness were the code of conduct of nightclub people.
"Do you prefer her and me to come with you?" Irish was not annoyed. It was no surprise that she was used to such occasions.
