Pete, Kitty
Pete looked around and the patrons looked a rung below rough. It wasn't the seed, it was the dirt it was planted in. What was worse, was Kitty was getting a lot of looks, and none of them were good.
Pete considered their next move. "I mean, we should probably look more like a couple without looking awkward about it. If we want to be really convincing, we could do this..."
He put an arm around her waist instead, pulling her in close against him. He could use that drink, a way to chase away any worries that Kitty didn't want to be cuddling up to an assassin. She was a nice girl, after all, and shouldn't have ever been anywhere near the likes of him.