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Still carrying on at the bar, Hunter didn't even notice Ryan until she'd come up to him. Swinging his glazed eyes her direction, they widened. "Ohhhh.... I w's gonna come getcha." He nodded. "But Jeb here... distr'cteded me." His face was flushed and he wore a stupid grin in spite of something deep down trying to tell him this was all wrong.

"Eat?" He thought hard before shaking his head and almost falling off the barstool again. "I... can't 'member."

Triston burst out laughing. "We ate, but you dint."

"Right right." Hunter snickered and took another swig of beer from his bottle. "I'm... ready when you are." He slid off the stool and leaned heavily on her to keep his balance. "Got my bike waitin' sideout," he slurred.

"Aw c'mon," Jeb complained. "We aren't done yet!" He stood as well, wobbling a little as he took a step closer to Ryan. "Leave 'im be. He d'serves a night a fun."

Back in the corner away from all the noise, Zan sat in a chair, his feet propped up on the table. He took a slow sip from the same bottle of beer he'd been nursing for over an hour, while his eyes remained on the scene. Seeing Jeb move towards Ryan, Zan lowered his feet and stood. He maneuvered his lanky frame around the other tables before coming close and setting a hand on Jeb's shoulder to keep him from going any further. He spoke calmly over his shoulder to Ryan. "I suggest getting your boyfriend out into some fresh air before these goons start trouble."