Specially if the threat's enough. Grant twirls his empty glass idly between his fingers. I don't think that suits. That is, if you'd rather I didn't. Yeah, well, don't go outta your way.
Grant quirks a brow.
Alex resettles, then hails the bartender. Grant meanwhile leans his head in his hands. Grant bats irritably at his hand. Alex leers at him. Alex shakes his head.