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Edmund turned to face the young woman again, giving her an unamused look. “I can get my own drinks, thanks. What? Do you need to wave the bartender down for you again, or something?”

Lottie’s expression immediately soured, her offer thrown back in a very ungracious manner.  “Are you expecting a gold star or something?  And no, I am more than capable of attracting the bartender’s attention myself, I just think I’ll do it somewhere more hospitable.”  With that she slid off the stool and grabbed her purse, heading for the exit and now in a foul mood.