People came here to get drunk, to be happy, and no one would take the initiative to find trouble. The middle-aged man also seemed to be a bar veteran, saw that and walked away.
Irish did not avoid him this time. She squeezed out a laugh from her throat, like sarcasm, "Is this a time for a most popular man and a most popular woman?"
Joseph was not annoyed, reached down and grabbed her cup, it was taken away from her, and sat down beside her.
In this way, he succeeded in blocking the subsequent chasers.
"Irish, it's almost time to go back." He whispered, his eyes deep and faint, like stars.
Irish stared at him and raised her lips.
"If you come to a place like this, at least you must learn to be as slippery as those men."
Joseph reached out, gently pinched her chin with his fingers, and looked at her. "You are drunk."
She pushed away his hand, ignored what he had said, and got up and tried to sit away from him.
