“What the hell happened in there?” Greg demanded, rushing over. “I thought you were right behind me!”
“Oh, I was.” Brandon shook his wrist. “Adrian wanted to ‘chat.’“
“He approached you?” Greg gave a grudging nod of respect. “Well. That took more balls than I gave him credit for.”
Brandon snorted. “Well, he had plenty of liquid courage to fortify himself with. There was screaming, there was yelling. Drama. You know, all the stuff he loves.”
“Damn, man. I’m sorry.” Greg shook his head. “What are you going to do now?”
“I figured I’d head home. It’s a nice night, figured I’d walk. Maybe catch a game or watch some Netflix on that monster television someone convinced me to get.” He hesitated. “If you’re not quite ready to call it a night yet, you’re welcome to join me. I mean, I’m not exactly Mr. Party Animal, and I’m kind of scared that my evil ex might follow me and make a pest of himself if I duck into any other bars, but a night in at home would be just fine.”