"Fuck off!" I wrench my wrist back and storm inside.

I don't think he knew how much it hurt to hear that. I had really gone out of my way to dress up and look good tonight. I can't form any other response.

When I get back in I'm in an awful mood.

"Oooo look though. For us!" Em has clearly read my mind and hands me a shot.

"Oh tequila... I make a lot of mistakes with tequila."

"Sorry lady. I didn't pick. They were an apology from Jack."

"Jack?" The bartender waves and walks over.

"Jack." He extends his hand. I shake it and give a half smile.

"Nice hands," interjects Emma as she leans in. She's definitely drunk. He does have nice hands though and to be fair it is good tequila. Jack pours us another shot and does one too.