Alexandra looked at the man who had spoke. This is the second time this man had stepped into her conversation with people and while it was nice to meet new people, it had started to feel a bit awkward, like he was following her around. She licked her lips, having just finished off her drink.

"This man, as you have just called him is Griffin Fucking MacAlister. I will have no showings of testosterone here. This is supposed to be a relaxing evening. Besides, this is my uncles pub. Well David, I do believe your lady friends are looking for you. Perhaps you should join them."

Alexandra nodded as her uncle brought over a bottle of Jamison and she poured herself a glass.